Lit by the shadows of the moon,
The beach recounts that dreadful night:
A night foretold by Winter’s bitter breath.
She stood there waiting for her true love:
Their meeting place; decided that afternoon.
For hours she waited, as the ocean breeze blew.
It grew darker, and it grew colder,
But he was nowhere to be found.
So she laid her head down and slowly fell
Asleep.
She gently woke the next morning to find....
A black rose on the sand beside her....
But no note.
She took no thought of what it meant,
So she picked herself up and bit by bit
Strolled away.
Hoping that he had been caught by some
Issue back at home, she returned that night,
To their secret meeting place.
There she found another black rose....but this time,
A note- Stay with me, and I will let you sleep.
She turned to see if Black Mystery was
Anywhere to be found....
Every year after that, on the same cold night....
A Crimson covered black rose, and no note
Lay ever so gently on the sand.
i love the images u use they r quite imaginative and interesting i like them a lot.
black mystery as when resourced by the faith of love, yet marvel by the gleams of faith that still gluimmer in the cold night of darkness, qute appealing, well penned 10+, thanks for shjasring
This is a wonderful piece of work you have written. The feeling of mystery is felt by the reader. Thank you for sharing your work with us. May peace and joy fill your heart each and everyday. Scott
I finally read your message, This poem isnt morbid at all baby blue, but it is a very nice write and trust me, i know morbid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully written fastastic imagery you have painted 10+ Best of health and happiness Jon