The Bottom Drawer

For timeless time love was forgotten

A dried and pallid rose

In the bottom drawer of my chest.

 

No fragrance but of memories past

In which my garland Prince rode by

Alive his crimson bloom alive but left

To slay the dragons, save his heart

 For me alone.

 

Anything that touched me once

Lay still now

In the bottom drawer of my chest.

 

Still, in the dark a new bud stirs to burst

Until its perfect petals sparkle joy

Unknown, unprecedented

Joy.

 

I know

 

My Prince has won

Has conquered time and age

In victory rides back

For us, we live, may love once more again.

 

The bottom drawer holds the treasure.

Hannah Warren

3 May 2010

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