Crimson Illusion

Nov 27, 2008 by Dennis Copson

My lover picked me roses
From her garden last Sunday morn,
Red blossoms in seductive poses
Nestled coyly amongst the thorns.

She vased them in a crimson arrangement
Displayed by the window in the sun.
Then I watched in naive estrangement
As my illusions came undone.

As those roses, I’d sung of love, heart crazed.
But I sang alone, remember?
What had been a raging blaze
Soon became a smoldering ember.

Red roses too soon wilt and die
Without love as their lullaby




Major Dennis Copson is a retired US Marine and lives in Oceanside, CA where he is the Director of Sales and Marketing for Nature’s Big Bud Worm Castings and a freelance writer available for assignment. More information is available on his website at www.naturesbigbud.com and www.gogreenaid.com.