The Rose

The winter came to us again -
You feel its breath in every den,
And burning for the sake of men
The fire fights since long its reign.

Outside the frost from all has bitten,
The flowers’ destiny is thus written –
With every trice a humble soul
Will find its way into the all.

As the light descends into the dark,
A candid rose shown its spark,
At first a pale red entrusts the light,
Then it turns from pale to bright.

I run outside to see myself the show,
How the petals in moon’s light glow;
I wonder its strength to live a life,
Short, above all of beauty rife.

I light a fire in the night’s dark cold,
Its life in mind I can behold;
Is it the fire or the lonely rose,
That melts my heart into the froze?

The rose - splendid in its fought,
Spreads its wings in its ought
Of feeling life deep in its veins -
Between the stars its life pertains.

I closed my eyes and took a shot,
I froze the rose deep in my thought,
From time to time a tea I sip,
Breaks the silence, stillness, deep.

My eyes reflect for long the rose,
Until the dawns in sky arose,
I wake up cold but warm inside -
Death and life in bluest sky collide.

I move refreshed from dawns to life,
The cold still pierces as a knife,
But as I close my eyes I see,
The splendid rose, alive and free.