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
