Cerise Rose Poem by Helen Crutchett

the cerise rose of yesteryear
seems much sweeter now
in our garden of promises

painting an Eden of colours
love shimmers beyond
confines of distance

despite my lonely vigil.
it's strange how close
you seem to tonight

I rest my weary head on sweet
pink fluffy cloud pillows
within our garden of fragrance

we touch again ~

Helen Crutchett