Fair Rose, why do thee part at dawn's first light,
As darkness fades, and drifts away the night?
Doth morning star, forewarn thee coming sun,
So with the moon, into the heavens run?
What dost thou fear, what pain shall day reveal,
That causes thee, into the darkness steal?
Doth not thee know, that even in the day,
The stars remain, and in the heavens lay?
The cloak of night, for thee is but facade,
Protecting not, behind high priest's ephod,
Lay bare thy soul, into the light emerge,
And hide thee not, from thee thy demons purge.
For whilst I wait, thou presence in the night,
I yearn soft touch, of Rose in glow of light.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 01-11-2000).]