Rose By:Quicksilver 10-05-03

Rose petals scattered apon the ground.
Their place belongs on this freshly earthed mound.
As I pick them up and lay them down, I swear I hear his angelic voice.
But as I turn around I only hear the faint whisper of wind.
I bow my head and let the tears fall freely.
Nothing stops them now.
I look again to the dirt and see that the wind has carried the petals off again.
A heavy sigh tumbles out of my mouth as I take the jet black rose
out of my multicolored hair.
I kiss it's soft petals and lay it down and another tear lands right
beside it.
The color of the gem is the color of the rose.
Black.
Like my soul is now.
I have nothing to live for now.
It's gone.
It drifted away like the rose petals.
I turn around and walk away.
The rose and tear will be a reminder...of what I have lost.