Roses

inspired by a poem by Roswell George Mills.

I want to give you roses
Red against the pale semblance
Of your joy
Now black against the hours

I want to give you roses
Carved in the vibrant madness
Of the soft whispers
Of an empty chamber

I need to give you roses
Wrapped in silver and
The memories of dead songs
Ever winding through the clock

I'm running through the florist
Scaling walls of a false jungle
Built upon the coldness of false means
Ever singing
Ever falling
Ever shredding the dry, dead
Falling petals

I wanted to give you roses
Sprinkled red and painted white
While burning blue against
The crushing of the sea