Dance of Roses

 The darkness threatens to engulf me in its never ending embrace.
As I sit here and think of the past that I have tried to erase.
I cannot help but wonder what which of my demons will win the race.
Because age is the only thing keeping me from my saving grace.
And still I lay here and dream of her delicately beautiful face.

The eyes of an angel and the smile to match.
I cannot help but see that her and I are the perfect match.
Every time I see her my breath I need to catch.

Her wings open and she takes to the sky.
And I silently wonder what it's like to fly.

Her skin is as soft as the moonlight on the flowers of night.
Floating on the clouds so soft and white.
Like fine silk on a warm summer night.

Her laughter haunts me to my soul.
Because my heart knows it cannot reach it's goal.
To drift in the clouds up so high.
She makes me think that I can fly.

Taking her hand and let her lead.
I know I am in good hands indeed.
But I cannot let my heart wander.
Because as I look on it is harder.
To watch from a distance.
And never know the wonder.
Of her loving embrace.

And so I move to join.
The long dance of roses gathering on the coin.
Of hope left in the heart.
Of the darkness that has been there from the start.