Sonnet: Upon the blocks of red and brown baked mud

Upon the blocks of red and brown baked mud,
A wall obstructs the gleaming eye of day.
Between the cracks of bricks, I see a bud
Of tulip, dancing in the golden rays.

What creed is this that calls to me
With sweet warm smiles, my heart it found.
Before my mind could pause and start to see,
My eyes have sought to find a way around.

For miles I walked along the wall, to learn
And find a place to climb across the snag.
Alas, I failed at every try and turn.
Resigned, I knew my heart began to sag.

   So why hang on to that which cannot be.
   But know not I, my rose is here for me?

2009