My Evening Rose is Holding

My Evening Rose is
holding tender rainbow
glimmers in her praying
heart to sooth my sorrow
on this long long rainy
day. Instead of dashing
through the cold and
muddy forest tracks
I wrapped up lazy in
my lonely blanket on
the couch to read those
wizzard words and fell
asleep. As I awoke the
day was gone and just
before the dark would
reign I fled outside to
see if She was there
to keep our secret date.

And see! She holds our
inner light so tender and
so tight, She folds us in
between her rosy hands
and whispers: Silly Man,
too late or not too late
has never been the core
and gift of our secret date!

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