“When the Roses Bloomed”

She departed just as the roses

were blooming in her garden.

Three pink and one orange bud emerged into a  crystallization of their embracing colors and entrancing aromas before they succumbed

to their season.

I know this season.

This is the season of storms.

I have walked the jagged shores of this disbelief, have loved and longed for the delicate birds, crossing crashing waves

to reach the unclouded skies .

They say the only way to keep the flame within us from burning us down is to set some part of the world on fire.

In the wake of her,

I saw the whole journey and sensed this ending had already shifted into a beginning.

“Remember,” my mind said to my heart, “Loving is a gamble that always ends in losing.”

It’s a risk I’ll take

time and time again.

“You are already holding the hand of your beloved,” the morning sunrise said to my soul.

“Some blossoms bloom

out of sight.”

This is the day facing the night,

the rains washing away tears, an ancient unfolding

that baptizes you

moment by moment

petals fed by the light

unfolding

and

falling

into an emerging night.

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