Crossroads

I left the daffodils

So bright and cheerful,

For the rose at a feminine pace,

And with soothing smell,

At the crossroad

Where the sun kissed the young night

In a scene that clouded minds with a

dusked feeling.

There, the shadow of our love joined

And grew tall, to the touching of dawn.

How the cock’s cry, startled your body out of mine

at the crescendo, is what  the mind continues to brood over.