Walls Of Rosebuds Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

When I was young my days were endless
Filled with much striving for success
There was no time to dream of mansions
That being old, I now must build

My castle will have walls of rosebuds
And eaves of fragrant violets
All shutters will be soft pressed saffron
The doorstep strewn with poppies red

Its curtains will be apple blossoms
With fringes made of lacy ferns
There will be lamps to light each chamber
With clusters of bright fireflies

Two bluebirds will announce all comers
Approaching on a path of white
Strewn lavishly with spring fresh daisies
That lead to lotus blossom gates

I’ll lay the cornerstone with lilies
As soon as dawn has spread its wings
And hurry as the day moves swiftly
To finish work before day’s end

I never had much time when younger
To even think of lovely things
Now that old age makes time so urgent
I feel great need to build that home

There has to be another sunrise
Which I so anxiously await
My life must not be snuffed and ended
Before that dream house can be built

As lovely as is my fair vision
Somehow I know it may not be
None but the eye of God can answer
If dawn will break or darkness reign.