Wine colored roses

Wine colored roses;
braced the eclipse of the sun;
as it glared from the edge;
of a rose with no name.
Sand colored diamonds;
flared the ground on which
it stood.
Crystalized raindrops;
that had fallen moments before;
lay;
in startling magnified perfection.
No need now;
for time to be felt shallow;
As reminding us;
of one;
that was once.
Or seeing a bud;
formed by the stem of an already
past.
And in the same;
wondering;
what roots were left undisturbed.
And in a time;
singlely;
as the survivor of a prominent fluid;
secreting a life;
I;
will not;
turn the leaf;
of a faceless page;
For one love;
lives;
a lifetime.
James Duncan
