A Rose upon the Mist

Love fades and comes again,
to be a blood red orchid in the mind of my heart,
and to be certain, I find it still beating among the cords.

I find in the bellows of my thoughts,
a rain of sorrows in the belly of the storm,
upon a tragedy of rain soaked cloaks upon a winter's calling.

Come calling to me Oh soaking of ice upon a winter's mist,
as with too much sorrow that tells a tale of a gist,
among the lives of grief upon a rose in the mist.

Ignites in me Oh powder of love, and in that fire bomb of light,
come crawling upon the day of your rainy soaked cloud,
and find the deed done upon the downing of the lightning shroud.

I call upon your, Oh rose of the mist,
to see me dreaming upon the hilltops of a morning's kiss,
and to find you sleeping among the stars of a midsummer's night's bliss