A morning of Rose

In dreams a flower forms the light of dawn
And, as it follows, sends down to all of us
An image left so shallow. It is a glimpse
Of gilded summer in nights of winter grey`n blue
It is a ray reflecting sunrise
It stands so closely, so far, so near by you.

In random years we called it rose
In silence as we come across these features
Of a fallen star, but there she is: you Rose
How far you shine to our closest eyes
Just now escaping from a dream...