A poem of Roses
(For Sorcha) I wrote a poem but poorly formed Of crimson shaded splendor born Ruby lips soft velvet tips Lustrous wine and fragrance fine With tinted blandishments adorned Soothing vexed and troubled minds Cedar lined rills and brushy sage Fading Autmn's burnished haze Lilac's tinted lavender glaze A crimson rose in full maroon Loomed in lovely golden moon Without plucking from the vine I kissed her lips glowing devine And she's a branch forever thine What did the rose whisper to me? God does lovely fearful things Which of the two are you? I believe there will never be Anything as lovely to be seen So I wrote a poem of roses May Sorcha now with Jesu be Resting always in joyful peaceSorcha was a beloved Starlite poetess, who lived in Australia, who, as we were told by the Starlite staff, recently passed away. Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 07:22 AM PST 0 • 12
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