On a Flowers Heart
Like pulsating
Dying dew
Leave behind a Shadow
Of a New Hope
That Shies not
In your Ears,,
Like Whispering Rain
Against curtained Window Panes
To gently
Awaken you from your
Delirious Dreams
Of Love..
And Dawn
Newly Born..
A Free Rose
In your Perfumed Garden
Adorn..
Prometheus bound to a Thorn
photo courtesy
www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/baburen/prometheus/promethe...
