Darling (by Deborah Rose)

Between a dry rose petal dust
 Between the sheets of paper
 And a soft, single dream
 How many minutes …
 ‘Slow motion' stream.

 Silken is the thread, hushed is the dawn
 When listless night ends and
 Tomorrow turns into a morn….
 Whispering it with a rose, with a sigh
 Thankful that we never said ‘goodbye'.

 Weave me the dream silken as the thread
 Leave me a song with a ‘slow motion' stream
 Then you will see some rose petal dew
 Slowly weaving in, I'm praying the dream
 With which softly to say ‘Thank you'.

 ~I love you~