Midnight in Paris
To be become a rose and bask in suns hose,
Contemplative Petals of Michelangelo Selah
With fellows of moonlights in Paris rose,
Petals that widen the halls of Valhalla
Ancient flowers of the stars that came to rest,
Enticing suns to warm my colours waves,
While mists of my scent, entraps the earths best,
My prickly thorns mischievously brave,
But you cut the rose my stem too shine,
For a moments beauty to wither pass,
A simple reminiscence of your time,
But to grow a rose keeps heaven in glass,
Watching the bee collect their nectar,
Holding hands in an Age haunting specter.

© balcar