moments

twelve blood red roses-

framed by nothing,

yet bleeding into bright green stems.

clear vase filled with cool water-

feeds those hungry flowers.

but beware the thorns,

for beauty is always protected.

they are speaking words of comfort,

speaking words of peace-

telling us that no matter whom we lose

they will always be near,

free.

they tell us of moments forgotten

saying the void will someday be filled.

a slice of heaven,

a whispered prayer,

laid on someone lost-

the blood of hearts desire,

pulsing with life and soul

entrapped in the physical realm,

a glimpse of life,
untold.