.:Rose:.

.2001.

Each opening bloom of the red rose
Causes me pain
Costs me my life
My life in the dark
In my own darkness
But that rose pulls me out
Its beautiful power
Shining brightly in my world
Holding
Turning
Bathing
Learning
Showing me new life
Showing me a different world
With color and beauty and magic
But that world is not mine
It can not be owned
It is only the mirage of darkness
And only the façade of the rose
The lie of new life and light
The lie that makes new promises
For just as the dew dries on the rose
So I die in the Sun

:poetry::tomes: