Rose-Scented..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when you sleep with a
broken heart
the eyes that ache
with lost sleep
and the hands that
fail you

you drown in sorrow
but in a certain miracle
you do not succumb
to death's
final offer

you rise from a whirlpool
of grief
nauseous

as usual a broken heart
like a salamander
mends itself
repairs its chambers and
begins to make
a lovely sound, a call to

love again, as the eyes wake
up for another
romantic moment, the hands too
hold unto another pair of hands

the whole system in you
reinvents
discarding old memories
buzzing
for a switch
that gives a brighter light
in that room
rose scented.