Black rose

If grief is this black rose

Whose petals shed with every tear

Memories of another moment

Of joy and happiness

Surrendered from the

Lingering traces

Of earlier years

That brought us happiness

Then the memory of our love dying

Will forever haunt me

Even as the hurting tones of its sting

Release their vapors to

The restless night winds

Here I lay

Dreaming of things

That will forever live on

In silence

Black rose

Is a dark gift

Only the abandoned know

The fading scent of

So resplendent with the echoes

Of earlier loves

Lost in the wilderness

Of misspent youth

Time is the only thing

That will bring

Peace

A fading of these longings

Unrequited from so long ago

As we feel

Our weary souls

Gazing sadly

Upon the falling petals

Of the dying rose