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Fading Roses
- Fading Roses -
Soothing night, the clime of solace from the hot sun,
Thy children look to thee with eyes wide, hearts full!
Whilst the bitterness of humanity leads to destruction,
We turn our backs to such evil, and follow thy pull.
What glory is there in desolation, in pointless madness?
There is a point to our insanity: to fill us with gladness!
When comes the hour, you will share the night’s glory,
For each day must ebb as time unfolds each new story.
The growing grass, the dewdrops glistening so bright,
As seen through panes of glass in dwellings common…
Are given beauty by the evening, knowing no respite,
Save when the light rises on up, with the morning sun.
Soft is the bosom of the night, pale as any virgin flesh,
Moonlight sweet and powerful, the touch of a goddess!
The mead of her kiss is moist upon lips eternally fresh,
Smooth is the feel of the skin, beneath her velvet dress.
Like fading roses, we are pale before her divine beauty!
And so we bask in her delights, partaking so sublimely.
When comes the moment, you will understand the dark,
For within it is the light for which you long, and oft hark.
If there be good in what I have done, let it be blessed,
Divine was the will that planted the seed unto fruition…
Of good and evil in the hearts of men, truly confessed,
So that we might act as always: within our truest station.
We, the children of the night, so drunk on her ambrosia,
Frolic in the gardens of the ruins where briars grow wild!
Dancing to the strings of some grandest infernal fantasia,
We lose ourselves in shadow, each soul like unto a child.
Gasping at the wonders of the universe as it spins endless!
Lonely even in crowds of mortals, we often feel friendless.
When comes the time, you will see with eyes opened new,
To behold the weave of creation: that no power can undo.
None may fathom the dark places of my deepest desire,
Nor the bitter roads upon which my feet have oft tread…
But I have shown to all the hand that holds the gold lyre,
And in the multitudes I have stopped to break my bread.
Like a fading rose so thirsty for water, I seek a mad love,
To quench my appetite, to slake my thirst like none other!
Oh, to catch a pretty maid with poetry, a fair white dove,
Or a raven with colors as black as night upon each feather!
Oh, let me dream or let my dream become a sweet reality,
But crush it not whole with the glare of each day’s frivolity!
When comes the waking, you will meet me in the vastness,
Having learned that the wisest teachers were just baseless.
The gardens we toil to build today, may be the new Eden,
Should the count of time begin anew, and find us worthy…
To tend the places where angels will walk without an end,
So that we may share: in their most enlightened company.
Soothing night, the clime of solace from the hot sun,
Thy children look to thee with eyes wide, hearts full!
Whilst the bitterness of humanity leads to destruction,
We turn our backs to such evil, and follow thy pull.
What glory is there in desolation, in pointless madness?
There is a point to our insanity: to fill us with gladness!
When comes the hour, you will share the night’s glory,
For each day must ebb as time unfolds each new story.
The growing grass, the dewdrops glistening so bright,
As seen through panes of glass in dwellings common…
Are given beauty by the evening, knowing no respite,
Save when the light rises on up, with the morning sun.
Soft is the bosom of the night, pale as any virgin flesh,
Moonlight sweet and powerful, the touch of a goddess!
The mead of her kiss is moist upon lips eternally fresh,
Smooth is the feel of the skin, beneath her velvet dress.
Like fading roses, we are pale before her divine beauty!
And so we bask in her delights, partaking so sublimely.
When comes the moment, you will understand the dark,
For within it is the light for which you long, and oft hark.
If there be good in what I have done, let it be blessed,
Divine was the will that planted the seed unto fruition…
Of good and evil in the hearts of men, truly confessed,
So that we might act as always: within our truest station.
We, the children of the night, so drunk on her ambrosia,
Frolic in the gardens of the ruins where briars grow wild!
Dancing to the strings of some grandest infernal fantasia,
We lose ourselves in shadow, each soul like unto a child.
Gasping at the wonders of the universe as it spins endless!
Lonely even in crowds of mortals, we often feel friendless.
When comes the time, you will see with eyes opened new,
To behold the weave of creation: that no power can undo.
None may fathom the dark places of my deepest desire,
Nor the bitter roads upon which my feet have oft tread…
But I have shown to all the hand that holds the gold lyre,
And in the multitudes I have stopped to break my bread.
Like a fading rose so thirsty for water, I seek a mad love,
To quench my appetite, to slake my thirst like none other!
Oh, to catch a pretty maid with poetry, a fair white dove,
Or a raven with colors as black as night upon each feather!
Oh, let me dream or let my dream become a sweet reality,
But crush it not whole with the glare of each day’s frivolity!
When comes the waking, you will meet me in the vastness,
Having learned that the wisest teachers were just baseless.
The gardens we toil to build today, may be the new Eden,
Should the count of time begin anew, and find us worthy…
To tend the places where angels will walk without an end,
So that we may share: in their most enlightened company.
Published 7th Jul 2015
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8th Jul 2015 2:27am
8th Jul 2015 4:32am
I am delighted you loved it! For me, often the imagery of my poems carry much of the meaning whether outright or symbolically. Glad you liked the imagery I employed for these verses! *Smiles*
