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Roses, red and violets, blue;
these two colors share a beauty true
when together as well when scarce and few;
their beauty forever turns the broken and ruined anew.
Red as the sky of the rising sun
when another day has just begun,
and you seem to be the only one
wishing the past could become undone.
Blue as the deepest waters and in between,
where the sky and water, on each other, seem to lean,
and the line of horizon cannot be seen,
is where a beauty exists so unforeseen.

With this beauty on my back as wings, I ascend
through heavens and halls in the sky, without end,
in between kingdoms and courtyards which only transcend;
and I hold my desire in the palm of my hand.
So pervasive and merciful is this desire--
the desire to live and to breathe and reach higher
to beyond where the voice that beckons me, that voice I inquire,
calls me back to the ground I’ve retired.
It beckons me, it holds me, I cannot deny it;
it embraces and caresses--I cannot defy it,
for it wraps me and takes me and I cannot shy it;
no more caress and embrace, I succumb and hence quiet.

But stay--I must stay! And remember your face,
be encompassed by my desire of your sweet embrace,
and feel my hands not bound by the thickest of lace--
I must stay; you must hold me till the end of my grace.
Entranced in the ebbing of that which now beckons me,
once banished, resurrected by that which I cannot see;
and I hear as it echoes through and around into the--
the part of me that will surrender to the most unholy enemy.
Falling and falling in silence, without a sound,
gravity pulling me back to the restraints of the ground
which, in falling and falling, I have but found
that by the rope of mortality, all along, I’ve been bound.

And to accept my defeat is to accept my mortality,
to accept the very chains which shackle my mentality;
o, mirror, mirror, reflection of humanity,
who is the one snipping away at the strings of my sanity?
That which hangs now only by a single thread,
this sanity is so real, yet so distant, so dead,
for I can no longer see the path on which I tread--
wandering alone, waiting to see daylight, lest my blood be shed.
And to feel surrounded by the warmth of fire from the hearth,
the passion surrounding, comfortingly caressing, rebirth,
is to witness the coming of the ship to its berth,
long awaited and hopeful--such a feeling of worth.

O, and now I can see what was dark and was shaded,
I can witness the beauty of that which was faded,
and look into the eyes of my reflection no longer fated,
for the water that holds it--my serenity--is no longer jaded.
And when looking closer into the reflection I see that I am not alone,
for you are standing behind with lantern in hand and calling me home,
back up to the sky where once I have flown
with you by my side, up where so bright the light shown.
And I am back in the heavens and halls in the sky without end;
I am back to the kingdoms and courtyards which only transcend,
I am holding my desire in the palm of my hand,
and I am side by loving side with the one whom I will be with till the end.