My Loving Rose
Tis a Rose that lives within my heart
That flutters to drift with nature’s voice.
A wildflower spirit alive in resonance
Upon memories that dance her fragrance.
Time has wilted her into a pressed rose
Weathering the spirit upon hibernation,
Where the thorns feel the solitary isolation.
So alone, so alone,
Looking outside praying,
My Rose will Spring back to me
To germinate another generation.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 04/08/12 ©