Amongst the White Roses
Outside myself, lonely within,
The image is dim.
Inside the dark house
All is silent
But not serene,
A marked place haunted
By fallen, empty dreams.
The iron grid seals my soul
Within the stone walls.
Through the gate, I see the bailey below,
The lush rose garden beyond,
The narrow stones leading up
To the pond, and the bench--
The bench where you kissed me.
Amongst the white roses--
I still smell their fragrance,
I still taste your lips.
I grab the bars and shake,
Listening to the chains grate as the sun
Strikes my hand.
The golden band, it burns and brands.
Outside myself, but lonely within,
I release the portcullis, my mind full of sin.
Dena L. Moore
April 13, 2001
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