The Tryst

 

The Tryst

 

The rose is opening,

 for it is that time in the night,

when the mysterious One

slips quietly into

 the garden and wanders

 in the beauty there.

The rose knows

the moment to spread

spread her velvet petals

 to catch the dew of

 enchantment in

 the gleaming moonlight.

The nightingale

sees the hidden splendor

 in the soft

yielding petals

of the rose

and somewhere from deep

within that tiny heart,

a song comes

pouring out to touch

the rose with love.

All across the universe,

lovers stir and feel

the sacred moment of

the sweet hour

of prayer.

 

Naomi

 

 

painting by rassouli

www.rassouli.com

 

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