I dreamt, I dwelt amongst
roses and their thorns.
Deep within a thorny shrub,
watered, and carefully grown.
I settled on top a rosy bed,
made of the finest petals.

I then began to bloom
on top a roses bud.
Perfumed, and protected
by their thorny embrace.
Forever safe within my rosy dwelling.

I wearied none,
for these thorns
protected me against
any harmful threat. 

Amanda Shelton