The Rose Poem by Michael L.

so long ago, i bore the seed
of all my soul would ever need
i planted it deep
and tended it in sleep
where it grew off the night and off mystery
it grew through my daydreams
through my nightdreams too
and from nightmares as well, to be true
its sunlight was the warmth of my heart
and its soul was the passionate dark
its water was my mind, my imagination
its air was my flaming breath, and i smiled in pure awe at my creation
it took the form of a rose
with iridescent petals that shone
subtle as starlight, loving as the moon
warm as the sunlight, gentle, with power to soothe
it was an oath of love, pledged by my every sinew
and it had deep roots, so when i deemed it time
i gave up my sacred rose to the divine
so it flourished, it blossomed ever more beautiful
but then it took on cruel thorns too
and despite its magnificence
theres no one to whom i may give it
offered but never taken
my rose wilts in isolation
and now i water it with tears
and enfold it in the weight of years
its light, now, is hope and faith
and so in return my rose grants me strength
but it needs dreams to stay
and im nearly out of those these days