I burned that paper rose this 'morn
and will look upon tomorrow
with a new light in my eyes

Once it was true but nevermore
that she was the divine in my heart
One so pure as to make my spirit take flight
to the stars

The soil of discontent beneath my feet
has been walked upon by many a soul
but never has it meant so much
Not to me
For how could I see the end coming
when all I could see was the rose

Embers flicker while the past fades
into the rising sun on dawn's excursion
of closure and enlightenment

Five long years of waiting
Five more months of yearning
Five more minutes of grieving
A lifetime to forget

And what's to forget that's so bad?
A love that will never die?
Possibly, but the accompanying sorrow
is more that Atlas himself could bear
upon mighty ancient shoulders

The garden's filled with thorns along
the golden path that prick and sting
the whole way down
It's that which we must endure
to find our direction

Chanting in the air sings of new beginnings
echoed on the winds of the north
saying to me lovingly to move on
and leave the smoldering ash behind
to escape my once coveted life

The sage like song of the ages
deems me fit to continue
and be my guide through tribulations yet to pass

I lie in the aptly named flower bed
and dream one last time of an embrace never felt
and of lips never touching
I can't help but feel slighted
at least a little

A river of tears have been shed through the years
but absolution shall be mine
Once upon a time...

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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