I walk as time is running
In a realm with no end
The scenes continuously changing
No time to collect and bend
Bend over and peer at this seedling
That has now blossomed into a rose
The fragrance; amorous and giving
Entranced me into an unstable pose
Wandering aimlessly, I am drunk
Tears and smiles fall from my eyes
My filled heart has sunk,
Heavy with images, actions, and sighs
The deceitful forms are so beautiful
So transitory, yet mighty
I sing to the rose aiming to lull
Hoping it will notice me
But I am not enough
To contain its flouncing soul
It is unstoppable and tough
Bound to the laws of its role
“I am but a guide” The rose says
“But I want to keep you” I respond
“I am but a reflection” The rose says
“I know, but I am weak” I respond
The rose shakes its head
And flutters away in the wind
I am alone and stagnant as lead
But with a heart brimming and unpinned
