Bane of Rose

I am in my lover’s garden

Gazing at thy million roses of her ravish

And thus I see thy grass and moss

The beauty and vanity ofthy desire…

I move by thy earth

Observing thy furious flowers

And thy outrageous face of thy woman of thy rose

As it forth whispered something bythy mind

I hear thy guardian’s music of lyre

Like thy coldest ice, and thy hottest fire

But t’was an illusion of thy fragrant rose

One still of thy told flower

And her music caressed my faithful face

And all memories thy erased

And she walked slowly by thy path

And I stopped time, and plainly sat

By thy imagined wooden bench

And thirsted of her sweat I quench

Light! Dark! Fire! Ice!

And she hugged me deeply thrice

No phantom mask hid thy love

No love was hidden by thy caged glove

And so I lighten myself by the watery sliver

And thy river, and thy quiver, and thy romanced chider

Loaded myself with my only one arm I chose

Her life, her love, her bane of rose…