This Golden Rose

This golden rose, in azure sky
with scents of God and heaven's eye
and crimson, pureness, gentle grace...
Could this exist in any place
except ones Earthly mind tonight,
inspired by gentle write'd words,
These velvet letters on this page,
this cold, white screen of this new age.

I look towards the sunrise, left
see bronz'ed dawn, in azure sky
and crimson, and I wonder why in
every city, every screen in colden
blues and liquid greens
we stare for love at hard flat screens
when beauty lies outside
in Nature's ancient arms
and in our minds,
in dreams.

This golden rose, in azure sky
with scents of God and heaven's eye
and crimson, pureness, gentle grace.
Could this exist in any place?

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.