The Black Rose

Here, on the brink of time,

she is the moment of desire towards which I speed like the stars about me,

towards the threshold of discovery,

to the eternity of pleasure just beyond here.

For in the eye of the night,

where darkness shall never be,

I stand in yesterday with tomorrow beneath my feet,

and the Black Rose just behind me.

Here, on the brink of time,

she is the memory of many joys which have captured my imagination

to points beyond the gates of heaven,

to the everlasting love which is here.

For in the eye of the night,

where darkness shall never be,

I stand in tomorrow with yesterday over my shoulder,

and the Black Rose just before me.

Here, on the brink of time,

she is the spirit of life which moves my soul,

to experience the fullness of life,

to understand the beauty in all things herein.

For in the eye of the night,

where darkness shall never be,

I stand in this moment with today loving my soul,

and the Black Rose beside me.

Marc W. George

June 21^st, 1999