Somewhere deep
inside the
unfading black
of the universe
I know that
hope exists
inside a flower
that is
not afraid
to bloom
and where
conviction
hides,
where she sleeps,
unweathered by
her
loss
and by
her pain
you survive
in a rose
as warm
as every
high winter
sun
and every
flooding
shadow.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Somewhere deep
inside the
unfading black
of the universe
I know that
hope exists
inside a flower
that is
not afraid
to bloom
and where
conviction
hides,
where she sleeps,
unweathered by
her
loss
and by
her pain
you survive
in a rose
as warm
as every
high winter
sun
and every
flooding
shadow.