A PIERCING THOUGHT

 

I held a rose in my hand

The velvet touch had no demand –

A throne pierced my skin

Like a love that knows no end!

Tears begin to fill my eyes

And I know my soul needs to cry!

Regrets seen to sneak in

Like petals blowing in the wind-

Answers I need to find . . .

But yesterday was lost in time!

O such beauty my eyes behold,

And tomorrow – I don’t know!

But today I held a perfect rose

Lacking words I can’t compose!

 

Thomas Theophilus© June 27, 2026