A Dreamer's Rose

With every petal that falls, a story dies.
With every gust of wind, a dreamer cries.
The rain rushes to the ground, hard but mellow,
in such effortless sync with the valiant cellos.

A tempest compliments the sky with its raging light.
Doves are flying away and crows are coming in sight.
A sad truth hides behind a mystery that nobody knows.
Withering are the petals to a dreamer’s rose.


With every breath that escapes, another heart fades.
Comes along another masquerade.
The past will always be the home to the nomad.
No man can escape the sorrow life aims ahead.

Even if a knight were to travel to the ends of the earth,
love would not approach for a second birth.
Chances are becoming a myth to the shadows.
Withering are the petals to a dreamer’s rose.


-r.c