Tell Me, Rose Poem by Walter William Safar

Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her face
- like the wind caresses your face -
while the dewy tear burns the face?
Do you hear the laughter of the wind,
the whisper of the birch, and all secrets of the fog
- In which my thoughts are wandering -
the desolate silence of a love praised,
that entangles inflamed passion
into the burning web of life?
Good night! ... Good night! ... Rose!
See you again tomorrow morning!
Perhaps you shall show me the way
to her heart
in the dawning of a new
day.