Dark Rose

Dark rose ~~~~~~~~ Early one unremarkable morning Just as Lord Apollo's chariot was rising Alas as always, I took the tedious walk Into my once and forever beloved garden For years milady to me has been an obsidian taunting Of what I had taken for granted now lost, perhaps forever Yet by blood and sweat I tend her needs just the same I awoke this dawn just wondering, if she had bloomed This one simplicity I desire and seek as one gone mad The life giving rays of the sun, provider of much to scores Brought their welcomed warmth and more But to me for a time without measure no light or hope Still obstinate and wanting into the garden I stroll As daily I do seeking their haunting scent The friendly and loving ghost of many years passed Since my search for thy elusive blossom So much have I gained yet little was lost while waiting, Anticipating her pleasing velvet touch While going through the motions with little yet much care A sharp and sudden prick of the thorn brings me to here and now Where I wish to be, the loss I cling to has broken as waves on a cliff Sticky and warm my fingers are, nostrils and palate Taste half of what was sought pollen and blood Today she blooms as my quest is no more In the solitary morning eclipse I caress her and thank him for deliverance For she is my sign of brighter days yet to come My beautiful dark rose.