Invisible Poem by Jean Dament

This delicate, sweet rose seems to fade more & more each day;

As her love ceases...she drops another petal along the thorny way,

Left like dust...just to blow in the harsh wind,

Feeling cast out...it's such a sin,

Dew drops form on petals, as tears do fall,

Each day she feels oh! so small,

The warmth of the sun no longer shines upon her fair;

As she's trying to survive, but is left instead gasping for air,

It feels as if she'll just wilt away... all alone,

Left quite invisible... crushed without love or home.


Spiritsong,
June 9/10