A Yellow Rose

I walked up to the garden gate and peered into the fold,

Of calendulas, daffodils, and sunny marigolds.

I gently pushed the bar aside and tiptoed in to see

If artemesias, phlox and such would come and play with me.

I spied a yellow rose in bloom, and fragrant with perfume,

She opened full, her petals trailed, her bridal veil in June.

As I passed by I heard a voice and turned to hear her say,

"Please set me free from this hard ground, I'll dance with you today.

"If you'll but stand upon your head and whistle for a while,

"You'll bring to earth the flower queen of yonder fairy isle.

"For it's fairies that will set me free of earthly roots," she told,

"That I might whirl and fly and sing the airy songs of old."

She sounded so convincing that I rolled head first a mound,

And did my best to whistle, as to set her off the ground.

Imagine my surprise then, when as soon as I was done,

I saw my hands as rootlets turned and to the earth was flung.

No dance or song I heard nor saw, but ploy so shrewd and bold,

To coyly trap my heart and free herself from earth so cold.

Now I have naught but hope that one yet more a fool than I,

Will one day walk to garden gate and peer at roses nigh.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Over and Done

How do you know when it's over and done

When over is over and over is done

When wrong can't be righted and over can't be come

When something is empty and all's come undone

No whisper, no silence can speak to my ear

No voices, no calling, no words I can hear

There's simply no way to retrieve what I fear

Is over and over is way overdone

So I'll leave without saying good-bye now, my dear

Like you left me forever long ago as I'd feared

On my heart is your imprint, all faded with tears

But I'll heal in good time, now I'm done

You reached out and grabbed me, pulling me in

With fervor and fever and love talk pretend

Only I didn't know you were fooling, my friend

Now I do, now it's over, I'm done

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn well

Or just keep on believing in my own fairy tales

Of how good love would be if it isn't to fail

I don't know, I just know that I'm over and done

So read the fine print and find I'm shipping out

Off to life as before you and without a doubt

I'll be better off lonely than I was with the drought

From waiting for you, now you're over and I'm done

Flowtrvlr

©2003