She speaks to me through Winter's night, At the clash of fearless winds and tides. Within whispers of memoired days that passed, I find myself entangled in each others grasp. Like a summer's day I forget the tomorrows, Unworthy challenges, expectancies and sorrows, Letting go of my anger and unattended pain, Her whispers are the only things that keep me sane. I close my eyes to the sound of aquatic gusts, Invisioning the days we've spent sharing eachother's lust. Through a swirl of thought I sit beside you, With petals of flowers falling upon each shoe. My arm grips you tight as if hanging for salvation, Yet still we hold a certain fear of confrontation. We path our way with big and small footsteps, Through unearthed soil, we silently crept. The view was shallow; yellow with blue, I gazed my eyes upon this priceless view. Amongst an ocean of grass and rooted flowers, Lay a lonely rose, purveying endless thorn-showers. How risky and deep and precious the thought, That within grass and sunflowers, a rose has been brought. My hands reach to grip, but my eyes twinge with pain, A sudden push through my lungs, and rush through my veins. I wake up confused, my dream disappears, But you my gray rose, you're always right here.