It floated past
like a gilded rose
My life beyond
The pond that froze
On a summer evening with tangled storms
With leaves of night, with sheaves of thorns
It comes back now
On broken wings
Bleeding blue
Yet it lightly sings
This memory of a forgotten time
With unswept mess on the floor of rhymes
A purple petal in a room of ice
With cinnamon flutes and walls of rice
Where madness had made such a mess
But that room, too, once housed a ‘yes’
A ‘Yes’ that tipped the moon and sent it falling
A ‘Yes’ that lived it all when life was calling
Now it lays down quiet near a frozen pond
Staring up, looking beyond
It lays down quiet while its heart still sings
Of gilded roses and broken wings
like a gilded rose
My life beyond
The pond that froze
On a summer evening with tangled storms
With leaves of night, with sheaves of thorns
It comes back now
On broken wings
Bleeding blue
Yet it lightly sings
This memory of a forgotten time
With unswept mess on the floor of rhymes
A purple petal in a room of ice
With cinnamon flutes and walls of rice
Where madness had made such a mess
But that room, too, once housed a ‘yes’
A ‘Yes’ that tipped the moon and sent it falling
A ‘Yes’ that lived it all when life was calling
Now it lays down quiet near a frozen pond
Staring up, looking beyond
It lays down quiet while its heart still sings
Of gilded roses and broken wings
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