© Tas 11/8/01Tears on a RoseKneeling in the moonlightdamp fresh turned earth scent of lilacs and roses whisper on cool night air Fragile as the rose before me bloodred in the moonlight prickly as her thorns surrounded by perfumed slumber Tears born by confusion sliding gently through well worn streaks gliding on silken petals before pooling in a soft scented bower.  |