A Single Rose

Did I lose myself within a dream

A Single Rose

Melody and melancholy lies, I wear Thorns in my eyes blind to the truth.
My words, my heart, bleeds mercilessly, I’d rather die than want to believe.
I knock upon your scarlet door, you are thick mahogany within. Armoured, protected, lonely with a fear of being alone, there is no penetrating the veil you have erected to prevent communication.
My voice is silent.
Desperate, not like it was before.
I want to clean the clockwork mechanics inside your mind. I want to again feel you in the way I gave myself to you, feel, and protect you the way that I have always promised.
Bitter winds scar my back, I have no home to return to. Did I lose myself within a dream, gone too far into the field of sleeping Lilies to ever return……….. My sanity?
I am not placing blame that Iove you around your neck. I am hunted haunted by yesterday’s, and dreams that feel forgotten.
I see the reflection of a candle’s light, upon the third floor window.
There is a sign of life, knowing I’m here… Does it not reassure me or to leave unwanted, but in peace.
My vest swells with both pain and desire for all the things that might have been, and continues on to have hope, that the light of the candle will welcome me in, and the connection once made healed and we can begin again.
I wipe my eyes with the back of my gloved hand, I bend down at the foot of the door. I pray in magicKal tongues a whispered spell to take away this awful pain. I feel that i know the score but my heart wants you as much as I.
I place a single rose. The perfect symbol of who I am. If the rose gets picked up, lovingly with a future my dreams and hopes are finally answered. Should it stay upon the frozen steps, and wither with negect…. The dreams are gone there is no moving on, embracing the eternal cold.
I give to you
A single rose…
The beauty of my heart upon upon a stem, for you, I give myself I’ve given you my all, my honesty, heart and dreams.
I look to the moon above for guidance, feeling lost, torn, and confused.
And there it lies before the heavy crimson door, my gift of a single rose.

Raven BLACKπŸ–€πŸ₯€

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

6 thoughts on “A Single Rose

    1. That… Is my life … My reality
      Unfortunately… If it comes through? I have done my job.

      I find myself reading some of these sometimes…
      And find myself literally blinded by tears in my eye, unable to read the screen on the phone.
      The pain

      The pain is all too real..
      It’s more than writing
      More than a confession
      It’s a foolish attempt to reach out
      And it hurts
      It hurts so much…
      I thank you

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