WARM BOWER COLD

WARM BOWER COLD

To try find it at night is futile,
The sun that then had but drowned,
Into the darkness unseen within an ocean's womb
Only to be born again on a new day with a birth new?
Anew, anew, anew?

In garden of glories that gloriously awaited
The daisies danced on songs of faith
By a little pond, pondering it's return
A broken henge lets daisies dance
Awaiting the sun so it's shadow be cast
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting.

A heart of butter turned into stone
Stone henge stayed, stood petrified
Sombre, sullen, saddened at loss
At loss to comprehend, stood alone
as people admired the bower of roses
Stood alone, stood alone, stood alone.

Warm bower of misery cold
Chilled the heart but henge has none no more!
Demonized in its intransigence, stays to chill
As callous winds blow so cold
And rest in "peace" in warm bower cold
So cold, so cold, so cold.
-Mx