Black Rose Kin

A rose that has no taint,

it wasn't touched in living,

the undead haven't walked

close to its petals, smelled perfume,

this rose stands guard to conscience

and the longing.

***

Black are its petals,

and the night

knows it was born with twilight

can't be seen

in anger or in flight,

rose descends on souls

needing love,

trying to fly,

falling on thorns

black caresses the wounds,

it heals when no one looks,

it lifts and teaches

to forgive.

***

Black is the way to start once more,

not condemned

to roam in the desert,

free to go up in clouds

meet rose in forest

of remembrance.

***

Once seen,

you can't forget

unsay the song

your soul starts singing,

belong in new desires

and believe

you can do anything

if heart stays true

to gentle fragrance

of no hurt,

no sorrow.

***

Black rose

can be just one

painted petals seek to surpass

its beauty,

no grace resides in ghosts,

true rose lives ever-after

dwells in half-smiles,

on waves, and hope,

teaches each butterfly to grow

be bold and happy.

***

Trust dark flower with love

a thousandfold caresses

cradle your dreams,

desires not yet told

no words to linger in your heart

perfume goes deeper

than a thought.

Become one with the rose

at night, sunlit skies bloom

daytime is resurrection

lift eyes to sky and clouds

once you have met your rose

there is no limit

to devotion.

***

Passionate dream of old

breathes once again

in purple mist of longing,

here, at last,

at rest,

in grace

of young and ancient

reign.

© 2022 Amy Christie