Ghost of a Rose
And so... I went out on the streets, under a bright full moon, hoping to catch a glimpse of this unlucky, beautifully sad, forever bride.
After some meandering ,under a silver moon ray, there she was, staring at some far place ahead of her, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
She emanated a soft luminescence , a sweet soft light that was far from scary, her tender youth frozen in time.
The scent of jazmine and rose came to greet me.
As I stood there, in awe and feeling an unexpected emotion, an aching respect for her grief , she slowly turned slightly , the trace of a smile on her beautiful face.
She softly said this words to me, a loud enough whisper for me to hear...
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
And then, she was gone.
She took with her the moonlight, the soft shimmer and the sweet scent of flowers, leaving me, unexpectedly, with a feeling of loss and emptiness.
The next day, I stopped again on that bridge and left a bouquet of white roses on the spot I saw her .
How vulnerable love makes us, but how strong , beautiful, enduring and all encompassing this powerful energy is.
Ghost of a Rose, Blacksmore's Nights
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfBqLpi5FkM
Visit this location at Venesha, the enchanted isle in Second Life
Ghost of a Rose
And so... I went out on the streets, under a bright full moon, hoping to catch a glimpse of this unlucky, beautifully sad, forever bride.
After some meandering ,under a silver moon ray, there she was, staring at some far place ahead of her, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
She emanated a soft luminescence , a sweet soft light that was far from scary, her tender youth frozen in time.
The scent of jazmine and rose came to greet me.
As I stood there, in awe and feeling an unexpected emotion, an aching respect for her grief , she slowly turned slightly , the trace of a smile on her beautiful face.
She softly said this words to me, a loud enough whisper for me to hear...
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
And then, she was gone.
She took with her the moonlight, the soft shimmer and the sweet scent of flowers, leaving me, unexpectedly, with a feeling of loss and emptiness.
The next day, I stopped again on that bridge and left a bouquet of white roses on the spot I saw her .
How vulnerable love makes us, but how strong , beautiful, enduring and all encompassing this powerful energy is.
Ghost of a Rose, Blacksmore's Nights
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfBqLpi5FkM
Visit this location at Venesha, the enchanted isle in Second Life