Let me catch your tears
for the morning is here
and the roses have no dew
It is a gift to them
to know true beauty
in touching one
such as you
Though bright with sadness
each glistening drop
shall dress their petals in glory
and as I bend to breathe
the delicate perfume
I shall recall you
in your colors, your softness
eclipsing nature
as dawn becomes day
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 9/12/2011
For S.A.H.
As Ashes Scatter 