As a body of rose becomes my ghost
of fragrant petals for my loving host
as the attar weeps of wilted thorns
genuflecting to your pure heart
For my blue eyes on trellis adorned
of love spawning the crystal dew
for a moment in time in the mist
like soft satin’s mist airborne
With many things of love to be seen
before the winter’s solstice brings
frost on the wintergreen
as the winds of autumn fly
In shadows before you awake
luring me to my restful sleep
as the attar weeps of wilted thorns
and the wetness returns
Of our forbidden rendezvous
in dreams, I sleep as the dawn glows
mystic rainbows of golden blue
on sandstones of love’s equinox
As a body of rose becomes my ghost
of fragrant petals for my loving host
in plain sight of a midnight rainbow
kissing among the yew
