roses – Page 2

Petal Rain

the clouds burst petals
floating and falling on us
soft raining roses

A sharp instinct
for the smell of
roses and figs.

Her mind was calm
until she saw
those pink roses.

Now, with his help,
she starts dissolving;
dissolving and
running into puddles.

She can’t stop the ache,
which clouds her mind and
blurs the pink roses.

There is only one cure;
only the trees need stare now.

There is something gentle
and uplifting about a yellow
rose in the spring.

It blooms, even
from within a cage.

The roses in this caged garden
remind me that beauty can be
found from within a prison, even
if that prison is within one’s mind.