Monday, May 7, 2007


Fairest amongst thousands
Altogether lovely
Even in crowds that congregate
Shuffling feet however discreet
Will not allow perfection to consummate
Inconspicuously they smelt as ribbons
Tied together in one great rope
Bridge the gap in lapsing spirits
Indifferent to those who grope
Wearily they hang on to false hope
Clicking and beating out their song
Sparrows flight over acursed ground
Ne'r do they acknowledge sound
In their fright they steal away
Leaving the fields astray
Disivisons within nature's way
The hermit rose of crimson
Flourishes in the field of gold
It needs no other to gather for itself
The rays of the gleaming sun
Warmth to its petals in likeness
A brocade in its own right
Silently it sways in the wind
Refusing to allow variances
To close it off from within

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

1 comment:

sadgirl said...

Hi Moses
I like your style. Its very individual and expressive.

all the best
sadgirl x