Rose Cadence

Solitude stroke 

On a brush of hope

Peace for a soul

Covenant bonds

Stories do tell

A Venice 

The quality of threads

Jolting embrace

Though anger subsides

Shinning to a well

He looks into her

Witnesses little

Inside a cave

Gifts she left hanging

Silk of traded paths

Woven in good will

Though simple

and few

Unfolded grew ample

Stars spread to a carpet

Furnishing a thought

In the brink 

Secrets she wrote

He may have swayed by

Seldom noticing

A spark in her eyes

Telling records 

The shone shells

Whispering his name

A light wishful token

Streets of a man

Hung onto the hide

Raving in subtle vibes

A right to feel alive

In bearing the truth of her

To him

Resolute comfort

Looking at peace  

Reviews

[...]

This is so painfully beautiful...
Your entire being is a poem, gifted with this ability of deeply unique expressions
To many "gifts in this cave" to choose one, so I will be a little piggy and keep the whole damn thing :)

[Nisreen]

Lol ... i am laughing here .... thank you so much

[...]

I'm pouting...wish I wrote it lol

[Nisreen]

Consider it yours ..... i dont mind

[onceloved]

Very will expressed again as all of them are. A betrayal of trust is mon-negotiable :) Larry

[Nisreen]

i guess ...... thank you

[An owl on the moon]

What glorious colors vibrate and dance through these glimpses of life and love. There is the whispering light of stars that seems to glimmer over every line, and light the way to this beautiful place of peace.

[Nisreen]

Thank you C

[Paul Bell]

Almosts feels like they're not allowed to be together, forbidden even. Certainly a lot of pain. Well penned.

[Nisreen]

Who's to say what will be ..... Thank you Paul !!

[GalaxyGhost]

The accompanying picture really compliments the poem and it gives the poem a strong power to it. I like how you used that.

[Nisreen]

Thank you for your review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

he sees peace, but she feels the culmination of so much heart break, perhaps words, poems she has not expressed yet....she doesn't trust him enough to let him into that cave of thought...

she poses, happy...

inside she is bent over, dying.

j.

[Nisreen]

true
but love heals all
thank you J