Broken Roses
Crimson petals lay on the floor,
Like shattered dreams and broken hearts,
They don't take chances anymore.
Dipped in ebony, like the bleeding heart of the sky,
Silver leaves dusted with gold
Catch our tears as we cry.
Burned taper and melted wax,
That's all it is,
A small piece of the past.
Everything is evanescent in its own way,
Passing from time like a cloud in the sky.
Even as the flame dies, and ashes on the water drift away.
Discarded amongst pictures and tears,
Thought to be merely a gift.
The broken rose, witness to the years.