Petals from a rose
cascade down an unbuilt stair
a thousand showers descending upon the touch of
one
A scented haven it was amidst all the rancour of
eternity
a startled surrender, to fields of storming, impeding
feet
Crushed.......
trampled..........
broken
forever gone
a hand reaches down swirling amidst the cluttered
mass
gently tracing lines through each petals form
thunderous voices bombard my ears
I deafen all
except one what grew... and still grows
beautifully comforted
nestled safe within sheltered halos
Do you hear my whispered chords?
winner of the Editor's Choice Award for outstanding achievment in
Poetry--Poetry.com and the International Library of Poetry August 2004
