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>If I should ever love again >a silvered splintered light, >a wave that heaves; to blush >the tides 'pon tears; that blind the night; > >If I shall gaze, the forest; rest -- >a sky its span; to weave - > >to hold'n prayers; the grace, spun >hair; single breath upon >the leaves, for utter ground >does bear the fair; petals red >flown everywhere - there >chatter plain, across a grain, of that >which whispers, half asleep > >of roses loft >some fragrance soft - > >the lovers as the bees >So soft does > >the cry, there echo - a steaming sun >arise it's, bright yellow > >lit; her leaves spun, soft, the breeze >the flutters of her heart song, is > >in tender pitch now, as footsteps >in roaming to tend >rowed red, > >her flowers said; >there, blossomed as rowed trees > >And, in the sky a luscious cry, as children, >front, >the red candy-apple-machine > >and portals open, to drip >the red > >that she instead >hid so; well bred > >well loved, adorned, > >as roses piled, >now - > >up to her knees

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