I awaken at the first break of morning light that chases moon and stars in daily flight, I see the dawn trap a blossom's new day smile and witnessing this, I hesitate awhile.
Then as the sun causes my staring to yield I turn to stroll across the open field, Sighing as the summer day awakens old desires of a love in my heart time never expires.
In the field stood an individual blossom tree and as I looked a small bird I could see, Within the confines of branches gently blown rehearsing notes till it's song had grown.
Then the nightingale sang to a budding rose asking if this is where all beauty grows, The flower blushed red upon its tender cheek as did my love when I dared first speak.
Within the rhythmic beat of the bird's melodies lingering in the haunting music, memories, In the freshness of the garden blooming there the scent of the red rose upon her hair.
Now there is something here I must reveal that from the tree a blossom I did steal, The nightingale sat on guard yet won't bemoan a single red rose for my love's headstone!
Wow ....you made me cry I just planted a rose bush for my Mother who just passed last week.....lavender roses her favorite.....cat
courageMorgantown, West Virginia USAJun 9, 2009
You have such a blessed gift, this poem is wonderful, I felt it as if I were there. I too shed a tear. Please, continue to share. I will keep you in my prayers. God Bless. Peace and Hugs!
sonofadamOPSwindon, Wiltshire, England UKJun 9, 2009
Sorry to hear about your Mother-but memories of her will never fade-just keep talking to her picture like I do-sonofadam:-)
moonlovechiang mai, Northern Thailand ThailandJun 9, 2009
Wowww...wonderful..Poeme..!!
sonofadamOPSwindon, Wiltshire, England UKAug 31, 2009
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