*A Rose of Waiting*
I saw her again
her dress of mist and her hair of blackness
A gust of a cold wind came out from her mouth
as she whispered into the night
Those were the words of accusation
reminding me that nothing is forgotten
yet the words of understanding
an offer of a relief
She rose above a marbled water called Fear
Her eyes were mirrors that could rip the heart
but her voice rang silently with the softness of falling petals
telling a story about the Patience and Pain
I wished for the embrace of her frozen arms
I reached for the knowledge
It was in vain
A single Rose of Waiting was all I had been given
***
© Eclipse 2008 – 2011
EclipseOfTheMoon 
Wow….wonderfull … I really love this poem…^_^
Such a subtle sadness to this poem.
I like what you did with this
Merry christmas my sweet friend ❤ wish you a happy time. much love always,shiva xxxxx
Thanks for stopping by my friend…
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and looking forward to reading more of your lovely poetry in the New Year!!!
Love and hugs, Ravenxox
Thanks girls 🙂
Tis a sadness and longing for comfort I see here. Beautiful, my friend…
smiles,
Ravenxox
you weave your words so well Eclpse as I see the vision of this lady from the mists as she knows too well the Pain held deep within the silent walls of self..
Have a wonderful weekend Dear Friend… Dreamwalker xxx