Like a Rose
Deep in a valley,
A single rose sheds a drop
of dew,
Along its delicate petals
it travels,
To drop to the floor of a
valley,
In western mountains way
afar.
Like that rose,
I watched a single tear,
Slowly run down a lovely
cheek,
To drop to the dry and
dusty floor,
Of a heartbroken past.
At the sight of that tear,
My heart went out to you,
And like that rose,
You had your petals closed,
To attempt protection from
dew drops and tears.
Like a rose,
When offered a little kindness,
Your petals opened briefly,
Letting me see momentarily,
A beauty within that could
only hint,
At just how lovely this
rose would be,
If it would only bloom,
Like a rose.
@Bradley S. Hartman
www.bradleyshartman.com
As it appeared in A Sublime Remembrance,
published by Franz Publications and Watermark Press, ISBN# 0=7951=5047=4. Part of the Under A Quicksilver Moon series
by the International Library Of Poetry.
Winner of an Editor’s Choice Award in