The Black Rose

This silken haired kohl-eyed gazelle that haunts these pages. Where has she risen from? A dark fire of lost desire smoldering in half-remembered dreams she laughs as light as star dust reflected in moonlight. Lithesome and lean she dances just beyond my grasp.Kris Haggblom author of Broken Time Machine returns with a beguiling poem of desire and loss. The Black Rose recounts a quest for a [perhaps imagined] lost love - a dream dancing at the edge of perception; a lyric quest for closure searching for the roots of desire in a desert of lost memories.