White patent rose

   ¢Ó...White Patent Rose...¢Ó               

it was what made the soft white rose petals unfold with the dreamlike laughter,

minous smile and his golden hair gleaming like the sunrise,

White silk and satin dancing in the wind

The sun sets and those memories and fantasies fade.

The sweet melodic music dies away as it trills into the distance.

A crystal tear rolls down my face.

The soft shimmering drops of sunlight become hard hateful drops of cold wet rain,

And that is all you can hear now,

The rhythm of the glassy droplets on the dark cold ground dampen my mind with thought of you

My eyes weary, half closed they stare blankly

The glow that once lit my blue eyes, died and left them cold and gray.

I raise my head and look into the sheets of rain,

The stormy sky clouds the horizon.

The white roses become limp as I throw the last of the beautiful flowers at the foot of his
weathered stone cross.

I shove my clammy hands into the warm wool pockets of my soaked drench coat.

I lower my head, raindrops dripping from my tattered brim.

Slowly I walk away

The small pools splash at my feet as the memories burn ... then fade.