You strip the thorns from all my roses; <br />they preen themselves <br />in the Soul Dust <br />from your eyes. <br /> <br />The brook in my heart <br />plumbs your depths <br />rush down <br />the waterfall <br />to swirling <br />rapids below, <br />tracing the path <br />to our <br />Spiritual Sea; <br />settling there <br />in the peace <br />Thorn-Less Roses bring. <br /> <br />There among the sediments <br />layered over these years <br />are our hopes; <br />our dreams; <br />the children who lay down <br />to dream each night, <br />as we once dreamed, <br /> <br />of pretty roses <br />and deep blue seas.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thorn-less-roses/
