Inviolable Rose Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

Inviolable Rose

When I allow myself to dream awake,
If I allow myself to dream at all
I dream of flowers and the joy they take
At light in morning, rest at evening's fall.
I see their blissful countenance and hue
And often in the early day or late
A fragrance sense, known only to the few
Who open as the flowers, dedicate
To the sun of their thought, their soul's desire,
The bud that lies within awaiting bloom,
A many-petalled chalice reaching higher
Ever higher in that hidden room
Where all prepares the ages to disclose
The perfect and inviolable rose.