COLOR AND FRAGRANCE


There was a time when a rose

Meant love and romance

I didn’t see beyond that simple aspect

The colors and fragrance, red and sweet


The aroma of love grew with age

Turned to pain and loss

Responsibilities and physical desire

Took the place of feelings


Everyday was spent burying emotions

Disappearing into darkness and loneness

Hoping someday to awakened

Wondering when the rose would take form in color and fragrance again


In a world of words and expression

Slowly you drew them out of me

Returned me to the innocence I had known long ago

I can see the color of and smell the rose


New beginnings and emotions

Old torments leaving slowly

The in between years vanishing with the fog of morning

At last freedom is coming, not all at once, but with time and care


Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000