I beheld the pale rose
Ethereal, yet cold.
Meant for summer
But betrayed by the winds of winter
it laid claim to her joy
And by it rage her head bowed low
As rain, tears became a torrent, cascading and pulling at her soul
Her heart was scattered
Like petals in the breeze
As shards they are sought and collected by the lowly
Guarded in vessels of hope
Awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
For spring is here and winter has passed
The tears have made her strong
In the warmth of the sun she will raise her eyes again
The laughter of her kin will call as a new morning
For where there is life, there is hope
And the chill she will feel no more
The moon light will dance upon her skin
No longer cold, but lovely
Ever the pale rose
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
I beheld the pale rose
Ethereal, yet cold.
Meant for summer
But betrayed by the winds of winter
it laid claim to her joy
And by it rage her head bowed low
As rain, tears became a torrent, cascading and pulling at her soul
Her heart was scattered
Like petals in the breeze
As shards they are sought and collected by the lowly
Guarded in vessels of hope
Awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
For spring is here and winter has passed
The tears have made her strong
In the warmth of the sun she will raise her eyes again
The laughter of her kin will call as a new morning
For where there is life, there is hope
And the chill she will feel no more
The moon light will dance upon her skin
No longer cold, but lovely
Ever the pale rose