Twenty-eight's a
rose in perfect bloom
Weathering a mild, sunny spring.
Each day sustains a rapture deep and blue,
No hint of ultimate darkness seeping through,
Though roses are well-versed in suffering.
Yet now, for happiness, there's ample
room.
Even mystic lovers of the
night
In darkness feel the same rhapsodic madness
Given all who keep the sky in view,
Heaven light or dark, in joy or sadness,
The lovely rose afire with delight.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Video and Audio Music: Away. By Geography. Music free to use at YouTube.