Eremitic Silence

Amongst the hordes of golden fields,
I stand in eremitic silence.
A flash of crimson thought explodes,
a single rose brings me home.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Wilted Roses (Version 1)

Our love died at the setting of the sun,
As the day darkened along with the heart.
Like unwinding string our embrace is undone
With the dusk of love it is time to part.

Love fades as ashes of the fire do cool
No embers left to ignite lover’s flame.
Silk threads of passion, the end of the spool.
No regrets, life will never be the same.

The circle of love turned for you and me,
Our lives are on new pathways and reason.
No bitter pain as we set ourselves free,
Like the year, love had its time and season.

At summers end the bush has wilted roses,
And the chance of a new life as love closes.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

The Rose Garden

Red, white, rosebuds grow
Satin petals open out
Blossoms flower bright.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.