These Fleeting Gardens

Amidst the hushed whispers of a fading day I wander, lost, through paths rosy poised thorns Seeking solace in the floras sweet newly buds Rose petals scattered, viscera of spite Petals that once adorned the beauty's scorn Now wither, like the nigh memories we cling To the fleeting moments of sugar cloy In darkness, chanting mantra whispers low Ennui’s eternal flame, that burns dire A symbol of peace, in the heart's darkest night A secret garden, where seeds take root in fire