Withered Roses In The Night - Copyright (C) 2/15/10 by Dan Sharpe.
Withered roses in the night,
blackened by the pale moon light,
where she tossed them in her fright,
and told me to go fly a kite.
Withered roses like my schemes,
foolish, once again, it seems,
in the ache of night, a poet screams,
words have failed him, like his dreams.