The Rose

The Rose
August 2005,,Abu Dhabi
Silky Soft, Dark lovely complexionAlways Sparkle and Shine,In shades of deep reds and grays,The Rose lies sovereignOn waters untroubled.In euphoric rhythmic fables She dances - Between my poetic linesOn waters untroubled.She roams Dark valleysHills and meadows, prairies of green.She floats in the airTo lands of lord and queen.She wears the scent That- for many centuries -Left men in marvel.She does her mystiqueIn her many veiled waysAnd comes back,To dance her dance,On waters untroubled.
Tarek Nassif
2005