I wrote this sonnet in response to a writing challenge, and drew inspiration from a favourite song by Seal: Kiss from a rose. Does it resonate with you in any way?
My love, I dream in coloured metaphors
Standing so still upon the stage of life
While you watch o’er an open garden door
Set to prune and cut out all daily strife.
Eyes closed, I drift into this fancy land
Where you become a rose encased in clay
Beneath my feet I find the shifting sand
Above, the eagles circle me as prey.
Your conscience has become my homeward light
But on this path I walk it shines too late
Death now howls, off’ring up too strong a fight
I know I can’t escape this final fate.
My dreams have bound us in a Celtic knot
Forever victims of life’s dark slingshot.