Deep Clouded Rose

Blurry is the world around a non co-existent world
on the outside a steam would be just as easily to
wound a broken soul, taken into a perfect solitude
institutionalized, open your senses to a world around
a growing beauty , what can you do as sight goes into
a total dissary, an what can words speak that can be
as elegant as a rose petal tickling the tip of a life
once broken, can you focus in on the signifigance of
life an its last chances

Can you feel the softness of a caress long
past due, can you bring the beauty into you
let it pierce the eyes, an open up a new life
beginning with appreciation to touch , to
smell, to see, to taste, tip of the toungue
tangy an sour, nature has take course sprouting
its perfect gorgeous, selfish doings an you
just can't seem to undersatnd my fasination with
a flower that i didn't plant the seed too

I ask you to lean in avoiding the pickings
of he loves me, he loves me not, savor the
flower in a vision that may not be clear , savor
the truth with its bitter, tartness, an savor something
sweet as the breeze brushing against a calm anger, that
is slowly begning to fade, and you feel an see what I see,
a rose that is so humane, that it is an american dream

A beauty deserved to be seen, the grass is green an the
love is all around, nature stays lurking inside my image
Everything I wanted to know, came from the scent, and the
touch of a deep, clouded Rose