The Bloom of A Rose

Deep within the circle of a dark forest
Where dragonflies sparkle through gothic roots
Between ancient stumps, I inhale and I exhale
Blowing around me, magic bubble walls
Inside, this delicate garden I create
Full of red roses and golden thorns

Strands of my eyelashes
Blown by the dancing breeze
Among the thorns waiting
For wishes to be made
With my visage hidden
Behind the bloom of a rose

Deep the glorious sad feeling
As standing silently in an endless field of roses
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile mind

Silky threads of my hair
Woven around into a web
Among the thorns waiting
For a spider to come and sleep
While all that can be seen
Are my fingers spread out across the azure sky

Deep the glorious sad feeling
As lying deep in sleep among the swaying stems
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile heart

If in search of torture
From these thorns, I would pull the web apart
And whisper gently the wishes away
Against these thorns, I would press my heart
And begin to drip the color of a rose
With these thorns, I would skin myself inside out
To hang loose, slow to dry, slow to heal

Deep the glorious sad feeling
As gazing at my hidden visage in a reflective petal drop
May be the only escape for me to reside
Away from this world of illusions
Away from the harsh distortions
They could bring out of me
Me - and my fragile soul

©Pamela E. Witcher, 2002

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