Linda Marie Van Tassell
Wishing You Roses - Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
With a heart of glass in a world of stone,
I am fragile; yet, stronger than before.
I have loved and lost and wander alone.
I am the pathway that leads to my door.
I spoke nothing, but something was spoken,
my thoughts hidden in the curve of a smile.
A stone was thrown, and my heart was broken.
I walked alone down the loneliest mile.
The dark clouds of my eyes wept in the night.
A river danced blindly into the sea.
There was right in my heart but wrong in right.
The river of love drowned inside of me.
My life-blood runs through the veins of roses.
The thorns are a mark of my battle cry.
As one door opens, another closes;
and yet, another stone comes rolling by.
The bright banners wave in the noonday sun
with dewy eyes for all the world to see,
bedecked in decadence, many in one,
in a field of virulent verdigris.
Whatever the whim, come whatever may,
lament not the love that silenced its voice.
The wounded are stones to throw or to stay,
to ruin the joys of those who rejoice.
I wish you roses and petals of love,
a heart of glass through which to see clearly;
and I wish for you wings in heaven above
and a love that will love you sincerely.
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