The tree that had been many a summer day's shelter,
From the suns burning rays,
She was holding a rose,
Petals untorn,
In her hands,
While her eyes gazed down upon it's grace,
I had never seen her before,
Her face new to me,
Yet, t it was as if I had known her a life time,.
I thought ,
Had she just lost a love,
Were the tears that fell so softly along her face,
That of bitter scorn,
It didnt really matter because she walked away,
Dropping the rose ,
I watched as it cascaded to the ground,
After she left I went to the shaded spot where she had stood,
I looked around,
But could not see the face that had just touched my life,
She was gone,
Yet, the rose still there,
A distant reminder of her presences under that old oak tree,
I bent down,
Took the rose in my hand,
Its thorn pierced my skin,
I began to bleed,
A tear welled in my eyes, as I began to see,
The tear she had shed,
She had shed for me
POETRY MAIN PAGE
MISERY IS ALL I KNOW
ODE TO MIKEKALIS
LOVE IS MY FRIEND
THOUGHTS AND DREAMS
INSIDE THE PAIN
BITTER
ANGEL
FLY BEAUTY FLY
MICHAEL
SWEET SORROW
PHANTOM LOVER
WALK AWAY
THE SONG OF JOHN