Illuminated

A pretty rose so silent
ash crumbles in its bed
the song is noise--less
but the sorrow pure

(breaking the waves as
love laps *hungrily*
at your face)
the sea is crowded
by mercy (the opaque eyes).

love drowns, fades
even darkkly in illuminated times-
but never dies
when lovers embrace inside those
who hold it dear

(in swimming arms)

a rose oversees, feels its flood
bury the loveless

who cry in silhouettes, and may as well
feel nothing.

*written in 2010*