Roses

A black
and white
rose
Doesn’t come by too often.
Mirrored
in the water,
we sing.
We are the blackbirds,
they are the angels.
A chorus of
one.
Called forgiven.

A black
and red
rose.
We see all too much.
Beaten
‘til the petals fall,
we cry.
We are the storm cloud,
they are the robin.
Mastered
by fear.
Called the circle.

A black
and sparkled
rose.
Yet to be seen.
Glistening
in morning light,
we laugh.
We are the night sky,
they are the stars.
Together
we balance.
On the tip of insanity,
Called love.
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18-21, F
Jan 16, 2013