Grains of Thought

POEM 1
The original poem (Not Mine)

I think of you in silence, no eyes can see me weep,
But deep within my heart, your image I will keep,
When roses grew upon a vine, I chose you from amongst the rest
Bcos I love you the best

My addition to the poem above

Those eyes that wanders the deserts, run dry,
As grains of sand push forth from the bosoms of the land

The inner eye can see me weep, weep tears of blood,
As contours change, vines form and then break amidst the sands…

As the sun sets, a stream of blood drains off the rose bush
A desert as it stands – a rose land, with strewn petals of love…

The inner eye can see me weep, weep tears of blood,
As contours change, vines form and then break amidst the sands…