Diary Of A Hollywood Refugee

Sunday, December 26, 2010


A rose that bloomed in the distant past
Whispered of love that did not last
Brought together by destiny
Torn apart by storms raging furiously
Two souls lost at sea, in time, indefinitely;
Reunited unexpectedly.

Out of the mist, love reappeared
Then just as quickly, disappeared

Life is mystical and grand
And while we build castles in the sand
A divine force plays it hand

A faded rose whose scent remains
Whispers that love will be born again.