Through the fields of concrete
And dense foliage of mechanical trees
I smelled a beautiful blooming eternal rose
In the afternoon breeze
I was sure this scent
was only for me,
everyday a luscious new rose
blooms during the social season.
But the brightness of the sensitive pedals
Blind my way to reason.
quickly the red rose is poisoned
And she fades…
And withers away…
Like the corroded dusk sky
Meets the end of a cold, cold day.
Through the luminous bending stars
and waves of miracle water,
Stands a lonely beautiful eternal rose
dancing with the evening wind.
I was sure the dance
was only for me,
But as I approach with cautious mind
With excessive watering it becomes blind
As its thorns pierce my heart
I am poisoned,
and quickly I fade…
and wither away…
Coldly I ignore its call
Like the shrilling cries of a needle
waiting to be found in a stack of hay.
Through the inveterate harvesting
And sweet alluring taste of passing lips
I plucked a beautiful bright tulip
spouting in the garden
It was sure it was growing only for me
But the eternal rose tempts my heart
and the tulip wraps around my neck
and digs its venomous thorns
into my poisoned veins
and turns my blood cold and black
and quickly I fade…
and wither away…
Sad and lonely again
Like a freezing park bench ridden vagrant
Gasping and choking for his last dying breath
Through the miles of electrified roots
and sensuous echoes of a hypnotic prose
whispers softly a beautiful eternal rose
words heard from a distance
I was sure these lines
were written only for me
But as the miles disappear
and the incongruous rose fills me with fear
and with the venomous rhymes
its poisons echoes within
and quickly I fade…
and wither away…
and hide myself upon the shelf
Like the cold blinding spark that lies
to new lovers of each other's true self.
And…
Through the fields of concrete
And dense foliage of mechanical trees
And through the luminous bending stars
And drowning waves of miracle water,
And all the flowers hacked and slaughtered
And Through the inveterate harvesting
And sweet alluring taste of passing lips
And through the miles of electrified roots
And sensuous echoes of a hypnotic prose
And the meandering paths I wished I had chose
And through all the times I have poisoned
And have poisoned myself…
And through all the lies I told myself
Hoping each dying rose would last
I fear the eternal rose has long since passed
Or do I hold on to the hope and dream
Of finding that ever elusive
Ever-reclusive Eternal Rose? |
