Song of the Rose The rose awakens, ere the sky Has wakened to the sun; And we, my one true love and I, Awaken with a tender sigh, To love until the day has run And all our pains are done. We part the burdens of the breast, The weight of passing cares, And gather roses, take our rest, And count the ways that we are blest, Each offering the other’s prayers, In our old hymns and airs. For, the sky looks down upon the rose, The stars upon the sky, and God On all things, and our hearts He knows, And Fair Love’s face will He disclose To those, in silk or leather shod, Who soar, or search, or plod. Rimini I stand before the Adriatic sea, Unwreathed of confidence in things to be, Time’s wind-born song of spray and transient foam With each wave’s death dies one more death in me. Behind, the glories of eternal Rome; Above, a blank morn’s achromatic dome; Below, the ebb and flow of all my days, A distant sail, a vagrant thought of home. I stand, a rock beneath the bone-blanched haze; Lost eons rustle sand beneath my gaze; The salt-breeze asks where all my Aprils fled, And where my hopes, and where my fleeting Mays. I ponder paths abandoned, where they led, The swell of life, the outflow of the dead Who wait to waken where their grey stones lie, And muse on what might stir a dreamless head. The green sea groans a long and wistful sigh; The chant of fishermen draws near, and I Wait on for thee, the sun my sea would wed, One day, beneath a resurrected sky. © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved. Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet, the only American to have won Scottish International Poetry Competition. His poetry has appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), US News and World Report, Google News, and many other outlets. He writes primarily for the Society of Classical Poets (New York) and Trinacria (New York). MacKenzie has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.