Still Waters

Dark rose petals and ashes sit upon still waters I wouldn’t dare ruin it with my reflection The top of the pines trees is all the water needs. I taste the death on my fingertips The fragrance of the roses hurt my heart. She was here once, Up the hill from where the fountain lay. So softly on her knees She would look back and smile at me The orange bucket besides her filled with weeds. I can still smell the dark soil as she stood And wiped her hands on her jeans. The garden lays in ruin, overgrown with weeds All I can do is look with sadness On dark rose petals and ashes upon still waters.