Flowers in Ashes

Forgive me for intruding your walk,

I did not see the flowers here, for it

Is dark without the moon to guide my step,

And so I ask you; guide me with your hand.

It rains here on this midnight stroll, and I

Have left our parasol at home. Forgive

Me please, not just for now, for when we’re home

We’ll have to dry. Let’s not bring mud inside.

The bed of purple roses ‘round the block

Invites me with its thorns to go to sleep.

The petals rain so softly by my side,

I feel my hands run down the morning dew.

If we feel drained there is a bench just out

The door. Prometheus has brought a gift,

For moonlight’s warmth is not enough for us.

The heart helps grow the bird-of-paradise.