Lonnie Hicks

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Roses Rising - Poem by Lonnie Hicks

I keep with me
a dying rose
which sleeps beside me
on the pillow.

Once alive it lies now in between
life and my pillow-side breathing
which doesn't allow it to expire
even though it should.

It fell in a swift spiral
from your funeral pyre
and I plucked it up
as a sign
you gave
that we'd remain
for ever close;
forever in love.

On the first night
it quivered from my breath
and I breathed more
and seemingly
that rose contained your soul
and was inspired nightly
to new life
from my warm expirations.

They all think
I am grief-drowned
and will recover soon
but no
they don't understand.

It is not the rose I keep
but the soul
within that sleeps
beside me
each night since.

If spirits live,
and I am sure yours does,
mine reaches yours
in our sleeping rose.

its clear
was too soon
for you to go;

rather you take
refuge with me
each night
disguised as rose
until it truly comes time
for you to go.

I pray each night
hoping that
it is not too soon
but when the time comes
there will be a flight
of two souls;
both rising quietly
in our sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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