Black Apples

I am bobbing in the water
Black midnight on my skin
A nickle and a dime to the fish
Here goes my penny
I wonder what I'll wish.

You see that sun
No, not the one in the sky
That red one
That's fallen from my eye.

Abstract opportunity
Is how I bet my blue
Snowwhite might have been
Afraid of that black apple
But with it she found her prince
wonder if she still ponders this.

Black apples
brough me to his kiss
I fell like poison
Into a mirth of bliss.

When I came to
Midnight had become my pleasure
I was certain that my fate
Walked me into and endeavor
But now I find myself feeling
I love you.

With a shake of my head
My dis-illusion escapes me
Your love has conquered my all
Black Apples
Like Cinderella, I didn't expect
This Fall!
A.Ide

 

A Rose Doesn't Wither

A Rose Doesn't Wither
When it's nurturing sun is hours away
And the petals get stronger
While anticipating for the morning
Dew the next day.

A Rose Doesn't Wither
As a storm extends showers over it's
heart
The stem holds it's head high
When the motion of love
Comes down to swallowing pride
Cause the rose
Always keeps faith in what it's love
Holds
Cause that's all a rose knows.

A Rose Doesn't Wither
In the shade of the night
The light of the stars performs as a
Blanket
And gives the rose it's comfort of a
Nitelight.

A Rose Doesn't Cave in, either
At the shed of a petal
For in any life a tear shall decend
When the pain comes to be imperious
That rose shall glisten on; in time
To give itself as a beautiful bouque
All the sustence that shall be
Essential
Is tenderness and a convalesce day.

A Rose like faithful love itself
Never Does Wither
Love like a rose
Shall shed some petals
A Rose like love
Needs to be understood and held Tender
For neither a Rose nor Love
Shall find reliable shelter
Without thee elements
Of comprise and vicissitude
Both a Rose and Love can turn frail
As a feather
In the mist of the thunderest weather.

Both turn brittle
And Get Blown Away...
A.Ide