I recall an age old rendezvous; it took me back awhile,
How was I to know that day would go that extra mile;
Little did I realise that day would last for years,
There’s much you pack into a day when mixed with joy and tears.
I found a little flower and it showed to me a rose,
It told me when it married that its bride be one of those;
I knew exactly what it meant, blue roses are unique,
But I could only wonder for my tongue played hide and seek.
I found today the promise that had left me long ago,
That pledge was now behind me and it’s footloose as I go;
For I will ramble, glance aside but rare will I look back;
There’s pain in rear view mirrors when its courage that you lack.
But then I found the daring to patch the broken dreams;
When promise can’t live to its name, is never what it seems,
Blue roses are illusions made of wishes and of wine,
When I reached for rose so blue and you were once so mine.
Michael (Walsh) 15.11.11
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