"Last Rose"

  "Last Rose"

                           

 

Does summer's last rose know,

 that with each sunset

Winter comes closer

and death is nigh?

Or a broken angel,

, with torn wings

Return to flight,

 to do God's things?

If a soaring eagle flies,

yet never knew Heaven,

Could he fly the angel back,

To the place she once dwell in?

Can the last rose of summer

 hold its head high,

Until all winter's cold,

 passes it by?

In life can impossible

 daydreams come true,

And if so, could God

 return me to you?

Would the talons of the eagle,

 take me in flight,

Carry me until Heaven

 and you were in sight?

Does summer's last rose know

, with each setting sun,

Winter approaches,

 and deaths angel has won?

Will the soaring eagle ever

 know about Heaven?

Or a broken angel return,

 to the place it once dwell in?

Give me a few weeks of flight,

 upon the eagle high above.

That I might once again remember

, the sweet sensation of,

Wind upon my face and

 feel the air beneath my wings.

Let summer's last rose live,

 to know and see these things.

© 2008 Valentine

Author's Note

Divided the lines.. Edited from original.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem.
"Does summer's last rose know,
that with each sunset
Winter comes closer
and death is nigh?"
The above lines stood out to me. Life and death. All things have opposites I suppose. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[HeartInTheDark]

i can tell from this poem you lost someone you loved and wish for the impossible to have them back again. this is very emotional.

[Elizabeth J. Gelinger]

Good poetry with a vivid imagery and well constructed lines. I liked the comparisons a lot, they added a sweet tone to the poem. Really enjoyed it.

[Valentine]

Thank you. This is a very old write. Kathie

[Stanley R. Teater]

Very nice work. Quite moving.

[Valentine]

Thank you Stan, let me know when you post. Kathie

[Lorry]

To be free and with the ones that mean the most is a dream/hope/wish we can all relate to. To know that flowers fade, but love never dies, is a wish to hold on to dearly. We may not understand, but we can live in hope, nothing can diminish that.
Beautiful write.

[Valentine]

Thank you Nemo. Kathie

[wordman]

the rose goes back to the garden it came from,carried on angels wings

[Valentine]

It would be on a very pleasant flight then. Kathie