The evening sky a pale rose
ripening into deep claret
pouring across the horizon
As the horizon deepens
burgundy velvet
caresses your skin
as pale rose scent
fills an empty room
Lovliness does not hide
stides forth, brazen
with song, with answers
from lands unknown
Once Pangea
why division
winds bear petals
across this ocean
The rose knows
a home
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-60/
