Enfold (From, Poet On Www)

Enfold me to a white, Rose that's longing out; Glisten flowers hide, In the dim sky about. In the milky ways, Next to slice and slice; Coming unborn days, Where no time doth flies. What is written trivial stain, Growing small or tall; Searching in dark vein, For the blinking call. The end to our eyes, And what we can not see; Hidden in deep skies, The hours still to be. Deep irregular beauty, A night of other tales; Seen and pondered barely, In surrounding contrails. The breath of icy fumes, In a deem and longing; Faraway flowered blooms, To and fro there thronging.