A rose long risen will whither
Imprison it’s blushed palm
At the sight of you
Who do you see
in your reflection? Your
complexion puts to shame
the foliage unnamed who
bloom for all to view
But you
A shine in the dirt
A spark in the night
May hide away from all of sight
But I
Can see you clearly
Quartz and Garnet
Beams of light with
Rays of gold and red, you
Paint the sunrise Scarlet