4-24-06
Rose Intentions
There they are,
the rose petals
falling from the bed,
onto the bare floor.
As the rustlin above,
begins....then
ends.
The petals hold,
their intention.
one thought,
about the other.
One dressed,
the sheets with
fragile colors.
Subtle in scent,
and so sweet on
the lips.
The next dawn brings,
a withered,
dying physicality.
drying shapes,
lose their appeal.
THe petal still holds,
the intention.
One thought
about the other
one dressed
their sheets with
fragile color
Those crumbling,
wretched bodies.
They fade and
blow away.
And somewhere
new blossoms
rise from nature.
Grow mature,
and bloom.
But those two bodies,
dwindled together,
paired together.
they lost their beauty,
and served their purpose.
but THEY live on,
in a intention,
of just one
ROSE.
There they are,
the rose petals
falling from the bed,
onto the bare floor.
As the rustlin above,
begins....then
ends.
The petals hold,
their intention.
one thought,
about the other.
One dressed,
the sheets with
fragile colors.
Subtle in scent,
and so sweet on
the lips.
The next dawn brings,
a withered,
dying physicality.
drying shapes,
lose their appeal.
THe petal still holds,
the intention.
One thought
about the other
one dressed
their sheets with
fragile color
Those crumbling,
wretched bodies.
They fade and
blow away.
And somewhere
new blossoms
rise from nature.
Grow mature,
and bloom.
But those two bodies,
dwindled together,
paired together.
they lost their beauty,
and served their purpose.
but THEY live on,
in a intention,
of just one
ROSE.