Silent Dreams and Dying Roses

Falling, far from grace, I turn
To face what you face day by day
Every way, distorts from view
All I see is you, your silhouette
Black against the walls you’ve set
I can’t break through, but nor can you
The truth, too true, trapped within
Your own confinement, live a life
With no refinement, and as I gaze
Into your sunset,
The earth behind us closes
Dreamers dream their silent dreams
Whilst time decays the roses

As I drift a little out of reach,
You reach my hand, pull it free
I could never understand, and never see
Not a trace remains, just a shadow of my misery
No mystery, but miss-placed belief
Torn by grief and lack of sleep
Forgiven or forgotten, or better still
Driven by the hate that lovers spill
Better left still
Dead among the flower bed
Preserved for a time, to black from red

Silent Dreams and Dying Roses

Ben R

Joined February 2008

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