Rosbury (reworking)
from Silvio Vinci Hosted by Silvio Vinci
ROSBURY We met where the roses leaned Over the old stone wall, You wore the colors of summer, I hardly spoke at all. Lavender moved around us, Warm in the afternoon, And every step through Rosbury Felt like a secret tune. Rosbury, Rosbury, Where the wild flowers grow, You gave me your hand in the garden, And I learned what I wanted to know. We lay beneath the apple trees, Hidden from the sun, Your hair smelled sweet of jasmine, Two shadows became one. A button lost among the grass, A whisper against my skin, The garden closed its gates behind us And slowly drew us in. Rosbury, Rosbury, Red petals on the ground, Your breath was warm beside me, There was no other sound. Evening came in purple, The roses turned to grey, We walked back through the garden Not quite the same that day. And sometimes when I smell the rain On lavender and stone, I think about sweet Rosbury And how we weren’t alone.
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