two twined roses bade to he:
"come sit with us beneath this tree".
one's name was love, the other's peace -
some calls ignored do not cease.

& so sat time & learned of love:
untwining peace to take in his glove...
for he'd places to go & things to do;
& knew now of peace: he'd never knew.

but the next morn' when he'd the chance -
to pull out peace (with awful glance)...
he found a rose: paled, dried, & decayed;
a price to time often paid.

& ever since: withered peace & guilty time
have lived together, side by side.
& restless love: all alone -
a dangerous beauty to be known.