Yet another poem I wrote 8 years ago trying to make sense of the senseless...
In A Field Of Thornless Roses
I thank God Geraldine loved me. Life is good.
On a walk down a busy street.
Sidewalk burning cold into my feet.
Everyone talking, nothing to say.
My memories with you imagine we lay
In a field of thornless roses and sun's gentle beams.
Life's endless bounty, your eyes gleam.
Our bodies stroked with rays of warmth.
Nothing to endanger, nothing can harm.
A horn honks, the light changes.
So many thoughts, so many ranges,
All in prose, nothing changes.
All is relative, so it's said,
Your love is present and although you're dead,
You will live forever in my hopes and dreams.
Only to die each night as I awake from the screams.
Traffic is heavy, it's after five.
I'll slip back in my thoughts, you're still alive...