To a Rose

And now how dead you lie,
Beside me uncountable petals
of a dream; is there no reason yet?
I cannot remember the soft scent.
the weak damp touch you gave
when we first met.
So pink you blushed while we wandered
in the rain sprinkling us both,
and as you blossomed gently
in my great inhuman hand, I too,
became new flesh.
How is it that now you lie here
so dead beside me? We touched,
and I lived like red berries shaking
in the wind of voices, and you lived
quietly beside me.
Yet now so dead, so far, and so beyond!
And it is night, no sun will whisper
it's living solitude for I have touched you
and you have died.
Forever it seems I stand beside you
while ever more slowly the rain falls.