Perhaps there the sun would shine brighter,perhaps there no darkness looms,perhaps I’ll find roses in a temperate shade,perhaps there they’ll beof a more fecund hue.Perhaps they would forever settlefreed from cages of the sun;quenched by the night all dust would settle.Perhaps it is sothat life could be so and so,yet there is no hope,no sorrowinContinue reading “Perhaps so!”
Tag Archives: Sorrow
Grim
This perhapsis the last rose I sing forin awe and love,praise and despair!This perhapsis the last rose I sing forin grief and passion,ill and sorrow,in my yearning for,then parting so!So,upon this rose I wish befallsno more withering,perhaps this sacrilege time can commit:to hold the hours and still the sunwhile the glint of dew hangsby herContinue reading “Grim”