(One of my fav. poems, repost)
I built a rose, curved every petal, gave it thorns
Red tips sprayed with obsession and my first lesson was born
My love blossomed with promise, and smelled of lasting passion
But earth's beauty was passive; time set silk to the ashes
Then after I made a pyre; an architect newly empowered
Angles to mirrors veneer, with no fear of height, clear of showers
Yet shade to sun, heat to cold made the shatter much louder
And I cried for every layer, then prayed for every hour.
Tired from making what I thought I should, I carved a bed
The headrest gilded with gold, then garnished without regret
Lying between the sheets and cotton, lined with silk much softer,
I found what I was after was everything that was offered.
Like a child, I thought of flowers that died with the age
Like a man, I thought of towers that never could stand the stage
The effort in the journey made the rest worth the pain
And my slumber was forever; I could never wake again.
