Smelled so sweet, for so far distances, <br />That it made crevices in the soul? <br /> <br />What rose arced the sky with brightness, <br />Lightning bowed to beauty? <br /> <br />And, not my soul, not my spirit, with you <br />Went the arcs...but, my heart, <br /> <br />Tearing apart the sky with need, <br />Want, warmth...that my roses made <br /> <br />Mountains of the crevices?<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-rose/
