Senior Symposium # 9 - The Dew that Laughed

The morning is cool, and fresh, the sky sleepy.
I took a stroll about the quiet ground
and there it was! Between the petals of
a rose so young and lovable, it laughed.

Flickering, glittering, a pearl that flashes light
Fragile and oblivious of time's deathtraps,
it smiled me in the eye with wit and care,
a look that sent my mind into the sky

The sun arose, menacingly it shot
its raging fire down the calm and sweet
breath of the peaceful night and burned away
my love, my dear, a dew that laughed.