The Rose Petal

A petal of the once vibrant red rose
floated across the flat coal-black waters
Carried by the gentle invisible breeze
Against a pitch-dark blue sky
filled with no stars
Flying high against the banks of the waters
drifting with the breeze into the graves of loved ones
heading towards a little grave
hidden from the many
under a withering oak tree
with the wrath of winter
the air shivers and then falls quiet
landing the petal on the grave

Eerie silence replaces the quiescent silence
as quiet sobs echo the frost bitten air
coming from the young child
knelt in front of the little grave

She looks up in surprise
As she sees the red petal from a rose
That her lost one once loved
Telling her with it's silence
that she is never alone
That the lost one's spirit is everything
the air
the rose
the tree
the wind around her
the starless sky

Tears slide down her pretty face
as her once vibrant blue eyes
now so dull
filled with the ghost of hope
watches the grave in amazement

The code of love and death
lay in front of her
The hidden message
that the lost one still lives on
in her memories and her smiles
In her heart and in her tears

She takes the rose petal
and gently lays it down to rest
upon the white snow
where the lost one's body now decays

She bows down her head in grief
as she feels the cold marble tombstone under her shaking fingers
for the last time.
She then arches her back and holds her head high
and stands with a slight knocking of the knees
She murmurs something to the grave
No living soul could hear
She walks away from that spot
for the last time.