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Colouring the fields of my inner eyes,
A vision transpired to elevate my mind:
A landscape fantasy, idyllic before me
Tantalized me with richness and pastoral beauty.

Out from the Old World she appeared - a goddess!
Mythological, radiant and spiritually sublime;
She was the beauty of the past
A page from the book of ancient days.

In the foreground, she levitated, gazing with serenity,
While a million red roses bloomed toward the horizon;
The pre-sunrise sky glowed vividly with extraordinary hues,
As she reposed so gracefully in the soft morning air.

The light folds of her dress, so classical in style,
And coloured so like the roses of her many fields,
Rippled gently in the soft morning breeze,
And my heart seemed to sigh as it became alive again.

Reaching down, her hand tended a single red rose:
To carefully bestow upon it her purest love
In order to enhance the delicate life within
And preserve the beauty of her floral domain.

Sensing my gaze upon her exalted form,
Her eyes turned to mine, and her beauty blossomed further;
And between our minds a communication took place,
So that in my thoughts her name could make itself known.

She is Lady Rose, the goddess of all the roses,
She is the feminine power within me, my spiritual growth;
She represents a spiritual alchemy, a golden archetype for all,
She is the beauty from my past, embedded again within my heart.

 

Written by Mark Woollacott
5th August 2008.