Rosegarden

The evening of Rose’s Garden
is full of religious ecstatic calm.
Shadows run an endless immensity
the silence is still and tough
does not belong to this
earth or to anybody,
but it was born in soul
just like an other soul.
Rose, the woman, is the earth
celebrating the life she feels inside.
She is a small unaware being sample of
the whole universe seed
Now She can’t tell if love
and hate are one single feeling.
Now She cries: «GOD!»
‘cause now she’s divine.
She would write «peace» in her book.