Rose Of Sharon Poem by Andrew Tom

A dream leading this path I've ran
Hidden in the forgotten wilderness
Alone the petals kept growing
Where the vines intertwined

For the beloved widow luring me in
Entrapped with the scent of grey
Causing one to inhale this odor
The thorns slowly cuts my way

To the night of blooming blossoms
Racing throughout the autumn
Wrapped in your open arms
My hands begin to fade

Near your beautiful sadden face
Blessed with your heaven's embrace
As all angels cry
For the Roses to die