Behold a beautiful rose..

Behold a beautiful rose..

If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals.

A beautiful rose will be born in early June and it will decay with time.

A memory is like a blooming rose, a memory can decay with time.

The fragrant of time, can be our enemy.

The ancient poets told us. Make today matter, make today, your sweetest and best day.

For tomorrow the light of hope can be turned into darkness.

The beautiful rose lived for a short time, may dance in the wind for awhile in the days of late Spring.

and the rose will be forgotten till September.

Our memories, we hold dear need to be written down to paper.

In idle days and forgetful nights. We may need to renew in dreams and in memories.

We may need to remember a old journey, we may need to remember a wonderful place and

we may need to remember a beautiful face.

Time is a evil thief and we  may need the compliance of a sweet memory of wonderful kisses missed.

Tonight I have forgotten more than I can remember. Tonight I read old journals and the stories/poetry.

Seem to have been written by a stranger.

I whisper names of ancient cities, I whisper names of kind women who gave me the gift of love and their time.

I am thankful.

I behold a beautiful red/white rose and I remember love.

Dancing Coyote