Theresa M Rose

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

breathe

More than a day
Less than a night
As long as a lifetime
A single breath takes flight.

With the warmth of a kiss
The caressing of a hand
Burning is the passions of red flowing sand.

Life is but a bird
A single breath in flight
And all will fly alone
When the day turns into night.

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

Play Phone

Call me
… on the phone;

I wont answer.

Whisper,
… to this heart;

You are wine.

…on the line;
Please, leave me...

A massage.

Your breath,
Is… to this heart

Sublime.

Take a moment;
Please,

... make me quiver.

Please,
… bring desire to this heart

Once again.

Whisper to me,
A hand by a knee;

Let me know...

This old tin can
Still has a string.

.

.

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

Little Girl

Only a moment
… In wanting arms.

Trembling

The breath
Labor bares…

So minute
A moment…

fleeting

Angel’s breath
Against a wilting rose.

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

To All Who Love

We hold
… in our hearts
Memories.

Love,
Laughter,
Joy…
And even
Like now…
Times of sorrow and pain.

All of these,
Are… the subsidence of life.

We share our many moments
Creating memories
… and sharing hope.

This is what makes our spirits thrive.

We remember
As we love.

( __ )
Will always
Be greatly remembered.

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

Father's Clock

Seconds
Tick;

Hours
Fly…

Time
Marching;

Soon…
You die.

Holding hands…

Please,…
Don’t go ?!

“ It’s the matter of time…”

Just words
You know…

Please,... stay with me?

Time marches on

Please,…
Don’t go ?!

Still,...

You are gone.

The way time goes...

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

Swirling Water

Whisper
…  to me.

Time
… the sea.

Midnight,
…once more;

Home
… on the shore.

Our time
… a day;

Heartbeat
… the bay;

So long…;
             So long
                        The sea.
                                   .. is home for me.

The tide rides alone;

Whirling;
              Swirling;
                            Sea-foam.

Theresa M Rose Jun 2014

... A Tune At Sunset

I hear… a sonata
Echoing of a breeze
Time’s… retrospective
… whisperings in the trees.

Leaves dance to shadows
Stars pivot in the night
Either holds to beauty
Secrets… held up-to light.

Leaves play to sunshine
Stars perform to night

Leaves dance in sunbeams
In the breeze … they’ll hop and play
If you watch the silence
You will see of what they have to say.

The stars play loons to moonlight
Hear the darkness… in the sway
Twinkling pitches of silence
they’re secrets are all on display.

No time is there for hiding
No place to be out of sight…
So the secrets are held in view
Performances with the light.