A morning of Rose

A morning of Rose In dreams a flower forms the light of dawn And, as it follows, sends down to all of us An image left so shallow. It is a glimpse Of gilded summer in nights of winter grey`n blue It is a ray reflecting sunrise It stands so closely, so far, so near by you. In random years we called it rose In silence as we come across these features Of a fallen star, but there she is: you Rose How far you shine to our closest eyes Just now escaping from a dream...