The One With A Silver Thorn (By Mimi C Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

With insubordinate step;
You go looking onward
across your pastures...
Where restless roses
lay their heads.

You see that she is no other
than the rose
with a silver thorn.

You know the one
that frightens you,
when you wish to gather
her magnificence
in your hands...

velvet petals; trembling
rolling off to shiver
in other distances...

Submerging her fragrant fragments
in one of the cold lakes
that drown her merciless dreams
for a voice.

You ponder:
and have lost the peripheral
vision in dire quest
for another soul to touch...

And you ask,
Have I fallen in love
with the one with a silver thorn?

And suddenly your darkness pauses
As all the stars shut their eyes...
Every so often blinking
in thoughtful precaution
for the blinded steps that you make,

Towards the one with a silver thorn...

They are silent
they have no answer
they do not know
they do not understand...

Forget their gestures
of leaving you...

For a single thought
twilights a profound desire
for the drowning muddled fate
that beckons...

She awaits;
the one with the silver thorn...

'Forget about the blood sacrificed
for her soul has already died'...

The stars say...

So you jump with unsteady feet
into the mysterious cold lake
to save the one whose stem
your heart wishes to clench...

The one with the silver thorn

Suddenly your darkness pauses
and all the stars shut their eyes
no longer blinking...

They have left you,

They are silent
they have no answer
they do not know
they do not understand...

How your heart wishes to clench
with desire with love
the stem of the one...

With the silver thorn.