The rose garden

If love could be seen
then maybe it would be
just a little bit easier to understand
and to let it go


Wandering through the hallway's
sliding in and out of shadow
dust swirling around her feet
ghost's flitting over her face
rose red lips, icy white skin
ivory hair around her waist
drifting through the empty hall's

Where light's no longer shine
even dimly among the dread
where life no longer breathes
through these hall's as normal
everything is empty, dark ,lifeless
except the roses

Pushing agains't the rusted glass and steel
into a light that glows of pink
petal's cover the ground
drifting as silk and satin on her skin
swirling upwards as air diturbs them
before falling to the ground
catching in the waves of her hair
in the fold's of her dress
settling around her feet

No one to share this dream
she setlles on her bed of roses
and she cries
crying a river of bitter thought's
and simple need's
this torrent shatters the gates
and sweep's through the hall's
taking the dust
extracating the ghost's and fear
leaving nothing behind
but that rosy light
and a sleepy little girl
on her bed of roses

sleep the night away oh sweet
and wake with a new beggining
for this night the dawn is coming
spilling as liquid amber over skin and stone
bringing life to this castle
to these empty lifeless hall's
of a broken heart
and wake you will bathed in light
with tear's no more
finding love,
    in the middle of the rose garden..