Chasing the Blue Rose

 

The time, seemingly

Melted and stagnant,

Was creeping past

The new dawns slow,

Like the relentless

Waves of an ocean;

Sometimes riding high,

Some other times low,

But without ever ceasing to flow.

 

And then I met her

On my rebirth

After the third death

In an unfathomed hollow. 

She was the beauty

I ever craved to pen a poem for

With all my soul-draining essence;

With the undiscovered words

Cradling onto the edges of a shore

And the musing melody of silence.

 

Then I asked her

To come, walk together

With the dances

Of a summer rain,

Draining out all

Worries and pain

To float the souls forever...

 

And then she denied

With a mysterious smile

And a fragrance floating over

Like the earlier lives

I was born for a blue rose form her

And to stop chasing lives forever...

© Atique R.