Blue Roses
Long before Autumn,
Long before June,
I sent you blue roses
Beneath a white moon.
Almost six years ago,
Under the sky,
I watched the stars
And I swallowed a sigh.
You spoke of sunshine
And laughter and life...
I remained red-eyed,
Saddened with strife.
The wind of your woes was
As much as I heard.
I sent you two roses
And whispered a word.
My life lived inside me
When your life was near.
And my heart faded
When yours disappeared.
There were spirits inside
Your eyes flickering like fire,
They would rise, and then die,
And then trembling, rise higher.
Alone in the morning,
I stood with the wind.
I stepped out inside me
And silently sinned.
I spoke into the sea.
I woke wondering why
I saw inside me
The whole thundering sky.
I turned, telling none,
Found the hills, flew away
Far from the sun,
And the brilliance of day.
Many years waited,
And I waited longer.
And yet, unabated,
The silence grows stronger.
And violence still flanks
Us for so many years,
Since we last sank
Into ashes and tears.
I try to remember
The sound of the snow
The smells of December
I knew long ago...
I try to see faces
I forsook too fast,
And to believe places
Of faraway pasts
Are not lost forever;
Forgotten, or wrong.
For I prayed I never
Would forget a song.
Six years ago I stood
Under the sky,
Within it no longer
I'd learned not to fly.
I watched you wilting
And tried not to cry.
If you wander, wondering,
After six years,
With all the world's thundering,
Wrapped in your tears,
And if you find me,
Hide deep inside me.
Try to remind me
Of what lives behind me.
If you should meet me
Someday again,
Death won't defeat me
Like it did then.
There's no one who knows us.
And when the dawn's done,
You send the roses,
And I'll send the sun.
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Anna Williams has been writing poetry since the age of 4, when her mother wrote down the songs she invented, as she sang them. She provides free poems at her blog (http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com). These poems can be used for free, provided certain terms are kept. Anna has written love poems, inspirational poems, friendship poems, poetry about youth, travel poems, and many others.
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