Upon these words escape with me
And brandish swords of past
Escape the soul with lonesome plea
Proclaim enchantment never lasts
A tear Resides beside the stage
The harbinger of players
Contemplate as every sage
Like Byron wrote in prayers
In the snowy evening time
Frosted smiles still breathe
Smell the lily crystallized
Alabaster’s ivory,
Love resides within the lair
Like sections cut in fourths
Dance in moonlight fainted Claire
Veiled eyes behind hold remorse,
Tears and smiles are passion’s cry
Wilted rose’s fragrance torn
Torrents, gales inside the eyes
Scarlet lips lamented storm.
Caroline Morphew is so talented and God's own gifted poet .She composed this poem thinking that If we were flowers the petals would represent our different parts.Thank you my dear friend Caro for blessing my blog with your magical poem .Her page on facebook
