Sacred Rose of a Jesters Heart

The fool is a loner
By nature alone
Yet with in him is fire
Within his own bone.

The fool bears a gift
For his only desire
A stem and a bud
That blossoms in fire

A white petal a top
With a violet streak
A smile on his face
A tear on his cheek.

The fool leave his gift
And begins to turn back
He fears for himself
And the courage he lacks

A simple rose
With no simple meaning
A lonely shadow
Fades in the evening

His second gift
Is a token of heart
A small quiet thing
As he turns to depart

A simple kiss
With no simple thought
A kiss and a rose
That the Harlequin brought.

Austin