Sacred Art

Beguiling beauty humbles the proud rose
Her grace, a hidden jewel, caught my eye
And like a whispered love that breezes sigh
Her name is lost in gardens I suppose.
I sort her name from clouds that swept the sky
They had no words to ease my aching heart
So I asked them where my looking should start
And heard that beauty said her sad goodbye.
I looked where hedgerows slowly drift apart
For one brief glimpse of pink I knew no shame
No garden that could hold this beauty tame
I knew she could only be sacred art.
Then I saw her again from whence I came
And learned that Love-Lies-Bleeding is her name

©JG Farmer 2011
Form: German Sonnet