Rose Heart

I found you
a faded rose
amongst
dry sand

Your roots
gripping
to an empty
soil

your thorns
hardening
against
everyone

your stem
pushing you,
out to taste
fresh air

your leafs
begging to
some
primal god.

Silently you
cry.
"Why
was I planted like this?"

In amongst
the extremes
of the dry
and empty.

This desert
sliding
like some
lying serpent

to eternity,
an incomplete
circle
of life

a fading beauty
of colour,
amongst a garden
of grey

subjective
to the loveless,
suffocating of
endless sand.

Your dry bones
of subtle life
raise a clamor
on the wind,

screaming
in silence
against your
gardener.

"This is not
my place."
I hear your soul
say in fear.

And gently
forcefully
I tear at
your roots,

ripping you from
the dust.
Cutting
a new home.

the first drops,
of my blood
crater on the burnt
world.

cradling,
shielding
dusty leaves
from harsh light,

I plant you
into my heart.
Dig your roots
into my veins.

I watch
your colour
come forth
like the first sunrise.

I feel your,
roots, clasp
Pulling my heart
tighter.

As your thorns soften and fall,
I take my hand away
To let this bright light embrace you.
...And one by one

Like some morning flower
budding, for the first time
with blood and love,
Your Petals Open.

If This Sun Goes Out We Shall
Both Die