Rose

Sitting in the dead of night.
His thoughts chasing each other thru a maze of confusion coming to one dead end after another.
Uncertain what happened clouded memories coming and going.
Thoughts of a past destroyed by the light of day.
A rain soaked kiss torn from his embrace.
Clutching empty air his arms lost fall to his sides.
A rose glimpsed struggling thru the matted undergrowth to reach the light, beat down and crushed slowly turning black.
A thorn pricks his finger as he moves the undergrowth.
A single drop of blood hangs on his fingertip glistening dark red.
A silent cry escapes his heart.
The drop of crimson falling thru the air landing on the blackened rose petal.
His grief shown in sharpened relief.
The rose painted red with his blood. transforms into a lilly.
Blood spilling on the ground he plants his sorrows deep into the flesh of the earth.
Forever marked where he has spilt the blood of his heart there shall be where the lilies grow.
The lilies shall embrace where the rose once stood.
A fallen love, once so strong and pure resurrected in the cold beauty of sadness.