a temporary rose

a temporary rose.
++++++++++++

i woke up with
the
stench of Yesterday
on

My Breath.

and
cold sweats...

(even
a
slight chill.)

wondering if Life
traded
Masks with Death.

(if so,
can either
be
Killed?)

+

Love was there.
with
Her Dead Pan
Face,

and
streams of Twilight
in
Her Hair.

lending me Her
Grace.

(yet ironically
furthering my
despair.)

perhaps it is
the
Nature of This
Place?!!

(The "Ever-Now
and
No-Where.")

+

maybe tonight
ill
sleep a bit better.

but,
who knows?

perhaps
ill
just be deader?

an
Eternal Thorn
Within
The Eye of
a
Temporary Rose!

that is similar
to
a wordless
letter,

which in spite
it's
absence Grows!!!

(eternally
together.)


j.stephen.h.


to be completed
or furthered in thought by
Tony Taylor.

(i hope)