Belief in the Rose

The rose bows its head
From the hedge to the shade
In the whispering calm
Of the cool colonnade
Unravelling dreams and deeds
As it unfurls the heavy scent
I tried to reach
Its poisonous dreams so clear
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet

And I forgot your tattered head
Your rain battered dress
And I forgot your dark caress...
I want your thorns to cut my flesh
My sallow flesh

Your petals fall
But your thorns they remain
Though seasons I want
For your blood flower again;
And wisdom and time they tried
To scorn your world
But in the rose I will believe
Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams
Where death is death
And joy is joy so sweet