Let’s sip coffee in my heart’s inner sanctum,
While I tell you all about my white petaled rose.
Her nubile petals are so soft to touch,
That they evoke envy in the finest silks.
They are layered and enfolded, enticingly pure.
They are nectared, scented and seeded with her song.
Her spirit gently wafts in a lulling soft voice.
My heart is aroused to blend with her’s.
My heart wonders, “How seamless the blend?”
Spectrum’s vast, for she’s so new and yet so ancient.
I knew her a quarter of a century ago,
When she was enthorned - out of reach.
Today, she’s enthroned on a bush within reach,
Only ‘cause we’re timelessly souled in each other.
I wonder at the light lurking from behind her petals.
There’s a suggestion of inviting warmth - home at last.
I’ve already entered two flowers, met lairs of bees.
But the light of her’s assures me an exclusive nest.
At the threshold we amused each other with story telling.
How I long to enter and satisfy my thirst for story meaning.
I tell myself, “I’d rather be satisfied than amused.”
But her layers endlessly unravel, petals beyond petals.
Yesterday’s satisfaction is today’s mere amusement.
She’ll always be my white rose, her core just beyond.