Petals fall upon the still water
One by one they scatter on the glassy pond
And float silently away
Until only the withered stem
Of what once was a blooming, blushing flower
Is all that remains.
And with each petal
Goes a piece of my heart
Until I find myself clinging to the stem
In lonesome agony.
When finally the limp and narrow stem,
That was so ramrod straight and strong
When first the flower bloomed,
Is taken into the water
And drifts away,
The urge to follow pulls at me.
To touch the stillness of the water,
To float upon the pond,
Life's battles finished,
Will conceded to the endless peaceful flow,
The soft embrace
That offers comfort.
But the offer is not made to me,
And I must stay behind.
My fingers stretch for one last touch,
One last whiff of blooming love,
But my rose has floated away.
Leaving me to brave the wind and rain,
And soak in all the warmth of sun and love;
To struggle on
Until the day
That my petals fall upon the pond.