Night Rose

Where has your soul gone, poor child?
Are you lost in tales of sanguine rivers and fiery skies?
Fear not, the path is open now, my child
Soon the skies will change and they will wash away all the fear and lies

Looking through the waves of heat
Everything is distorted and blurred
Left with my soul incomplete
My solace left me without a word

Alone, I can feel the cruel weight bearing down on me everyday
I know what I need, though I don’t know where to look nor what to say
I wait here at the water’s edge for the clarity of a Winter day
Longing for the comfort of a kind night rose blooming out of the grey

I bear my vacant soul so all can see what really lies beneath this rotting husk
A complex motif silhouetted against the beauty of an aubergine dusk
Yet thus far my open heart has proved to be no less futile than a shallow grave
I have no one, please, someone come dig me out of mine while there’s something left to save

For some time now, I have been aware of the meaning of a message given long ago
Fear not the false words of man for you will find your path, take comfort in the falling snow
But I have no comfort here, no silken beauty, flower flesh, romance without a sound
The stalk is broken and bleeding poison, amongst the dead, withered petals on the ground

Forgotten