by Sasha Renee
Reminiscent of Death's beauty
Rose petals drift soundlessly ~
Wilted from being neglected.
Thorns draw blood possessively ~
Blooms' innocence needs protected.
Floating above the meadow aimlessly ~
Shimmer of dew reflected.
Dancing through the air provocatively ~
Journey spontaneous; not selected.
Fragranced perfume rises perfectly ~
Imaging futures; somewhat dejected.
Destination pinpointed forward respectfully ~
Praying this lilted blossom isn't rejected.
Spying the gardener's rows haphazardly ~
Its immortal gravesite suspected.
Heaven's voice serenades in power, although softly ~
Joy enfolds the petal as death is accepted.