An empty vase upon the table <br /> decorously awaiting your return. <br />What flowers do you ceremoniously <br />bring, ambrosial dreams to bloom, <br /> cut and water? <br />We'll make love and wake delighted <br />To see their fresh pink faces <br /> in the days that do ensue <br />our hearts will grin, but soon <br /> beauty will transcend <br />you'll lay them lifeless in the sun <br /> a memory <br /> pressed between pages <br />of our life, perhaps a potpourri <br />or unable to helm the thorns <br />an urn could be their destiny.<br /><br />Robert Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vase-7/
