YOUR ROSES

Two white roses awaited me
among the dark surrounding shadows.
A living resurrection, a caress,
a word within the silence,
a visit in familiar emptiness.

My solitude wandered through their leaves
and their soft, silken petals.
A tear,
the pure nectar of the heart,
moistened their stem.

In the night of familiar sleeplessness
I recalled
dawnings with other roses.
White longing, now lost!

Their fragrance surrounds me in my room,
and I see you beside me as before.
I gaze at them, yearning for your image.
Within them lives
a trace of you,
an innocent breath, a kiss,
the nearness of your childhood.

Time will pass,
its hours will gnaw away their beauty.
And I shall keep awaiting
a new blossoming of white roses

in my garden of fantas