I Once Dreamed a Dream

I once dreamed a dream about four blossoming roses. As footprints trampled upon silent snow one died from a chilling childhood, frozen within dark chambers of the mind. Aspirations disappeared with migrating nightingales. As robins built their nests. Jaded, one died from wondering if you loved or not - all that remained was a trail of bleeding petals, silently decaying. As baby birds called for their mothers. One died from revealing its flaws to the sun, who unfaithfully, confided with wayfaring winds, who scattered suppressed secrets and shameful sins, upon partisan meadows - its petals reduced to ashes. As Autumn leaves descended upon rotten roses. Last rose died from isolated heartache, as raw rains refused to cease - there was no peace. Bird boxes were empty, feeders full of seed. Only thorns remained. Body of my garden is now concrete, no longer do roses bloom, no longer do I dream. Silent One Simple Musing 16 February 2019 An example for I dreamed a dream contest.