Stopping For Roses
Sometimes I linger
over a rose,
no longer trying
to define
scent and beauty
barely keeping aloft
I have an urge
to sink deeper,
become one
perhaps
as some greater planner
always intended....
Colors darken
beneath the shadow
of my hovering form,
fearing to dip
too closely,
realizing myself
not yet
pure sky
nor entirely
selfless light....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2016
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