Roses without thorns

@uootem

Who can tell me if there is a place called heaven
without also revealing to me the gates of hell?
Who can say the way life should be
without admitting how life really is?
Moonlight needs the sun to survive
thus do tears feel like rain to this tree?

I dream of the drawing nigh of morning
as I watch the sunset kiss the serene horizon
One of a thousand other nights and only one night
with hues of pink, and yellow and the bluest of blues
Clouds form the mist that hides the keys to hope
and love carved in the bark conceives my pain.

I once believed of roses without any thorns
but I bleed with the pain of touching and the aroma
Beauty is the flower... regret found in the stem
red is its color... red is the blood of the heart
A new moon leads me to forests of dreams
and I follow as a older world beckons for me.

I know that if I found heaven I would live again
but in the reality of hell there is nothing left to desire
Rain fills a river, stars fill the sky,
hopes and dreams may be paradise to me
A voice, a whisper... a memory, a longing
Roses without thorns, how could this be?