Tuesday, 9 November 2010

A Maudlin Rose Garden


Behind your maudlin eyes
is a hollow place of grief,
where redolent roses
briefly bloom
in dusk's fading light.

Walk softly in the garden
where sweet petals fall,
fragrant with the scent
of memory's perfume.

Like glass,
your eyes will mirror
the roses as they fade;
Creating sorrow's shadow
as darkness fills the crypt.

Twilight tinges sadness
beneath your maudlin gaze,
as you gently tread past roses
that will never bloom again.

© 2003

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