Bleeding Rose

Glanecia 2000

 

It was a warm Spring Day

It was always this way

 

Youth, a butterfly newly formed

Found young joy within new life

Gliding on the breath of care-free wind

Upon his way, he pranced and played

Greeting each flower with a soft fleeting kiss

 

It came to pass, with the dying of day

That he found a Red Rose, bleeding away

Having found new life, he in turn would give

This Rose good news, that she may live

 

Pray tell, “Why do you cry?”

“So sweetly, so deeply

Crowned with the very thorns

Mother Nature hath wrought

Splendid in beauty, joy hath naught?”

 

The Rose sighed deeply

Smiling slightly, she considered

To tell of a Wisdom, found only through winter

“I cry not, my young friend

For lack of joy or lack of heart.

My blood freely flows and so freely shall part

T’was once upon a winter, I was left alone

I witnessed the death of those loved and those known

By some chance of fancy, or by some stroke of fate

I have seen life brought to death and love turned into hate

I stand here today, as my body slowly dies

Yet fully learned, and abundantly wise

Now, the Picture is clear, and the Picture it calls

I cry not for lack, but for the fullness of it all”

 

Slightly confused, and greatly troubled

Youth fluttered a moment

Then mumbled and stuttered,

“The day grows old and the night grows near

I first must impart, my love for you here.

I know not what wisdom you speak of today

But know that in time, you’ll hear what I say.

Life is warm, and love is dear

Life itself has brought me here

I know not what else to say to you,

But remember this, life comes anew”

With a soft fleeting kiss, Youth flew away

And called out again, “Joy for Rose, I’ll pray!”

 

Yet the Bleeding Rose could not hear

For the kiss of Youth, stole her last tear

Confrontation