Long Stem Lovers

Long stem lovers
Were a beautiful pair
Are a delicate pair
When years of neglect
Left their
Sweet ancient souls starving
Malnourished
Roots, precariously intertwined
Anchored
Frozen
Pulling in vain
Against petrified ground
Till death is the vow
Death is on the prowl

Vision bleached
By the acid rain
Of yesterdays cruel storms
A field’s vast beauty
Lies beyond the splintered veil
Of blistered eyes
Once a beautiful rose tone
Blessing the weeds with sweet fragrance
Now Ladybugs and bumblebees
Avoid decay,
A crop of distance grows
Tearing at delicate roots
Pulling at what was
A growing season gone by
Lovely memories remain
Lovely memories stalked

Driven mad by terror
Weeping
Their many needy petals
Struck down
And ravaged
By a cone of silence drought
Dreams fall gracefully though,
Twirling one last dance
Like feathers of a dove
Then crash into the dry desert ground
Like a sack of broken bones.
So were the hopes
So go the dreams

Loyal thorns
Stay so sharp,
Rude,
Hardy,
Deliberate,
Deadly
Eventually,
The prick of a painful thorn
Is all they have left to feel
So they blow kisses to their seeds
In hopes of fairer winds
And watch the trail fade
Then face the tragic fate
Of supposed long stem lovers