Blooming Book Of The Rose
© Surazeus
2019 02 17
Wandering halls of Duino Castle at night,
with angel of wind shimmering in moonlight,
Rainer leans on stone wall to sniff red rose,
and watches silver waves swirling in song.
The rose blooms open countless eyes of love
that gaze into dark hearts of every soul
so spirit of desire rests inside us
through numberless revelations of truth.
I open wide blooming book of the rose
to read happiness and sorrow of hope
on every petaled page of magic thoughts
encoding our dreams on butterfly wings.
This perfect rose that opens countless eyes
and frames unspoken sorrows of our hearts
conceals these tender moments we have shared
though we depart with longing for one kiss.
Sweet scent of summer emanates from eyelids
of trembling petals blooming from the rose
that hides so deep inside its winging heart
our separate souls become one dreaming eye.
Each new-revealed page in book of our hearts
blooms with weird revelation of our rose
so everyone can see our sacred love
when we write vows on wings of butterflies.
This rose that records our eternal love
cannot be replaced in garden of hope
for of these countless roses that now bloom
but one frail rose encodes our secret tale.
This rose that blooms from our two beating hearts,
so still through purity of perfect spiral,
conceals in contradiction of respect
pleasant joy under sleepless lids of lust.
Eternal consciousness of pure desire
reveals our eyes under delicate petals
that bloom from passion of our faithful hearts
where nobody can sleep from songs of love.
Pure rose of contradictions balances well
between passionate pleasure of sweet love
and mute indifferent slumber of rebirth
when we awake with rose petals as wings.
This blooming rose of our two loving hearts
possesses countless pages of sweet joy
we may never read, framed by words we speak,
but we will savor them till hour of death.
Each hour of time that passes by in flow
of sparkling river gushing through our hearts
carries one more petal of tender pleasure
till blooming rose of our hearts fades at sunset.
The more pure our love glows with blooming rose
the more our perfect moments fade away
so fragrant rose of our caressing eyes
will vanish with our souls in timeless sleep.
Rainer caresses petals of the rose,
then caresses eyelids of the mute angel
who smiles at tender touch of his frail hand
as she becomes light beaming through his eyes.
© Surazeus
2019 02 17
Wandering halls of Duino Castle at night,
with angel of wind shimmering in moonlight,
Rainer leans on stone wall to sniff red rose,
and watches silver waves swirling in song.
The rose blooms open countless eyes of love
that gaze into dark hearts of every soul
so spirit of desire rests inside us
through numberless revelations of truth.
I open wide blooming book of the rose
to read happiness and sorrow of hope
on every petaled page of magic thoughts
encoding our dreams on butterfly wings.
This perfect rose that opens countless eyes
and frames unspoken sorrows of our hearts
conceals these tender moments we have shared
though we depart with longing for one kiss.
Sweet scent of summer emanates from eyelids
of trembling petals blooming from the rose
that hides so deep inside its winging heart
our separate souls become one dreaming eye.
Each new-revealed page in book of our hearts
blooms with weird revelation of our rose
so everyone can see our sacred love
when we write vows on wings of butterflies.
This rose that records our eternal love
cannot be replaced in garden of hope
for of these countless roses that now bloom
but one frail rose encodes our secret tale.
This rose that blooms from our two beating hearts,
so still through purity of perfect spiral,
conceals in contradiction of respect
pleasant joy under sleepless lids of lust.
Eternal consciousness of pure desire
reveals our eyes under delicate petals
that bloom from passion of our faithful hearts
where nobody can sleep from songs of love.
Pure rose of contradictions balances well
between passionate pleasure of sweet love
and mute indifferent slumber of rebirth
when we awake with rose petals as wings.
This blooming rose of our two loving hearts
possesses countless pages of sweet joy
we may never read, framed by words we speak,
but we will savor them till hour of death.
Each hour of time that passes by in flow
of sparkling river gushing through our hearts
carries one more petal of tender pleasure
till blooming rose of our hearts fades at sunset.
The more pure our love glows with blooming rose
the more our perfect moments fade away
so fragrant rose of our caressing eyes
will vanish with our souls in timeless sleep.
Rainer caresses petals of the rose,
then caresses eyelids of the mute angel
who smiles at tender touch of his frail hand
as she becomes light beaming through his eyes.
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