Take This Rose

Take this rose
to your bed
let it lie
asleep instead
of your troubled mind
your troubled mind

May its scent
manifest memories
of a lost love
of a stone's grit
in a forgotten place

Take this flower
of my soul
from this fog
from these shadows
from this vault of silent sigh
of winter's cry

Take this rose
to your bed
to die

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.