Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end

We hold these truths
in sweaty palms
Dubium sapientiae initium
and its end
I sing myself
wanting you to applaud
To be or not
Mostly I merely nod
Thou shalt love
when the moon is bright