That Pink Rose...

In the early hours of the day
before the sun rose;
You stirred, woke.

To ask me for my name,
that unusual hour you chose;
as I sat silently pouring my heart to you.

Strangers no more,
We are now acquainted;
and I am wary of treading like a fool,
the path even angels fear to tread.

Still...I confess am glad for this day,
though it didn't all turn out my way;
Our moment shone through
the din and confusion ...a moment that did stay!

Awake

You have woken from the mystery sleep
that drowned you deep;
now wide awake,
you are stranger to all that you see...smell...hear and feel.

They say only time, can now heal;
We wait...