Raindrops on Tattered Roses

Mists of bitter tears fall to the ground.
They shatter at my bare feet.
You promised to raise me up so high,
I will heal in silver clouds of peace.

Waterfalls of innocent white roses,
their petals of velvet softness,
caress and cover my body.
Cleansing old dreams of darkness.

My tongue has the taste of honey.
Nectar of the Gods you feed to me.
I can see nothing but your love
Oceans of passion wash me free.

Just as my past brings heaviness
skies of black thunder, torrential rain.
In your eyes, I see a new sunrise,
peaceful life, drowning of old pain.

By Kathie Stehr
edited 2022
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Prompt: New beginnings