WILD ROSE

[tuatha de dannan]

an english one, about a year old




Wild Rose

Attached by the rare,
and the natural.
Kept by the wilderness,
and its beauty.
These blooming wild rose,
It is my desire.
But now I know for sure.
That it withers,
As soon as it is plucked,
And fade away.


Paid so high prices,
But I will not hold you back. oh no.
Shed so many tears
But I know, your beauty must grow.


Prospered in freedom
in wild winds.
kissed by natures love
so deeply pure.
Can’t take you home
Back with me.
no bounds can hold you
only prisons
no chains can keep you
or your beauty.


Memories of this wild rose
Is all I’ve got
Bitter sweet is the farina
Of its bloom.
Carried to me in wild winds.
Feels like
The end of a summerdream
That’s gone.
So I mind these magic days
Near the wild rose.