Rose Garden

Rose Garden, bringer of light,
Can I touch your majesty ---
It is illusive as
blood unshed.

Trap me in your glory ---
A thorn has never been so
Deliberate as you.

Loves contraption I inhale
To emerge on pale stems as
Beads of your curse,
As fated as the physical self
To run home as rivers to sea.

To place your buds in vases ---
Such homing you would never know,
But to wither on the bush,
To only find with time to grow
Into your season; your destiny.

So, my heart for you would grow.

Inside a vessel, timeless ---
A vaccum to preserve
An ever-blooming thing to see
In endless suffering,
With no words, no return
And in this are its seeds sown.

But, to bloom forever ---
Eternities theme,
So am I visible,
The naked truth.

The vase cannot conceal me
Or conceal my decay,
My dessication ---

Eternity can have its way,
And I, illusive can have mine.
And in this, I concede, Time
Has no where to go.
It simply resides and becomes
A dried shadow of itself ---

How this is the only preservation.

               ......


Inspired by this quote:
    
      ‘ Love is the bone and
              sinew of my curse.
        The vase, reconstructed
              houses the illusive rose. ‘

                           - Sylvia Plath