inner path of the rose

when petals are trembling,
the stillness emerging behind a veil of the window,
and a quick fish tearing a mesh.

you see as the time draws back,
as the darkness flees.

you are on the shore of the ocean now,
which is reaching this grain of sand...
and then you are for ever.

your heart, your rose, will release
a white smell as a trail for somebody else.

Conrad Salagan

Coffee-luxury Poems