Vase Of Roses Poem by Char Pattrick

Crimson velvet melts to droplets
One drop, then two
Which descend suicidally
To the wooden box below
Like Autumn leaves
Like a solitudes tears
Your roots are fed with apathy
They remain buried

Cold within the ground
While you, a rose wither
Within my bitter heart of glass
No, not glass. A plastic sheath.
All pear shaped and translucent
Now, can I see your true intentions

Now I, a headstone of diamond
You a sword and with a final thrust
We can be one so retract your blade

My love for you, all my love
Was your only foundation
You now lie here too
Amongst the desolates with roses
I cannot hold you,
I cannot contain you
I never could
The light comes
With Aurora’s embrace
Upon a thorn she then watches
As her golden hues forever
Bleed pastels, reds, and bitter blues