SPRING ROSE - Poem

To have loved

To have kissed

Just as the days of spring

Brings the sweetness of the rains

To the roses and its thorns

That crush within my palms

And are lost to the breeze

Cherished deeply in that moment

Yet forgotten too quickly

As the blinking of the star

That shoots across my heart

Like the archer of Sagitta

That seduces the higher realms

Where time nor space exists

Where we embrace beyond the nebulas

Beyond the cycles of suffering

Lost to the violet light

Of our highest passions

Just as love has always existed
As an eternal Spring Rose

Irena