Wild Roses
Early in the morning
I carried bundles of wild Roses
For you in my arms.
As I passed through the river,
On my way to your home,
The flow of water
Became so distressing
My arms lost their grip
And so their proficiency.
The Roses were lost to the flow.
The face of the river turned flamboyant.
For some time I watched
The Roses pass me by
But if you wish to smell the Roses tonight
Rest your face on my arms...
