Romance of a Rose

He was the moonlight reflecting on her fair skin,

The sunshine playing with her golden hair.

A sweet lullaby she slept to.

And the romantic song she twirled to.

His thoughts tickled; like a strand of hair on her face.

His words whispered; like Radiance on her skin.

He was the red on her cheek.
The echo in her head.

He loved her, like poets loved the words;

With passion, with pain

And kissed her, like clouds kiss the mountains;

gently, overwhelmingly.

Song of the night

Tonight, don’t talk to the night.
Just listen to it.
Closely,
Let her reveal herself to you,
Shade by shade,
Layer by layer
And she’ll sing to you; song of a man sleeping on the street.

Recite the poem of a lover waiting on the train station.

She’ll mourn about the mother who lost her child to cancer.
She’ll chant songs of the occeans and the grass.
She’ll dance to the music played by the mountains and the soil.
Then she’ll tire in your arms and sleep to the morning.
Tonight, don’t talk to the night.
Just follow her
And she’ll take you to the place where you lost yourself.