Sacred Art (NaPoMo 20)

 

Beguiling beauty humbles the proud rose

Her grace, a hidden jewel, caught my eye

And like a whispered love that breezes sigh

Her name is lost in gardens I suppose.

 

I sort her name from clouds that swept the sky

They had no words to ease my aching heart

So I asked them where my looking should start

And heard that beauty said her sad goodbye.

 

I looked where hedgerows slowly drift apart

For one brief glimpse of pink I knew no shame

No garden that could hold this beauty tame

I knew she could only be sacred art.

 

Then I saw her again from whence I came

And learned that Love-Lies-Bleeding is her name .

 

 

Jem, 20 April 2011