Roses

who dreamed that beauty moves like a dream?
for these red lips,with all their mournful pride
mournful that no new wonder may betide
men passed away in one high funeral gleam
and women's children died

we and the labouring world are passing by
amid men's souls that waves and offer peace
under passing stars in form of skies
like pale waters in their wintry race
lives on the lonely face

bow down, arch angels, in thine abode
before you were, or any heart of beat
weary and kind,one lingered by his seat
he made the to be glassy road
before her wandering feets...

By:
Stanley (Beryl smart)