Rose Petal Heart

I walked in the pouring rain today by the lady clinging to the cross.

I saw three pale roses impaled in the mud and I mourned evermore my loss.

I brought these to you just the other day as a reminder of our time in the sun.

I remembered your love of flowers; I remembered the rose to you I gave on day one.

I looked up at the lady on the cross.

The rain fell in sheets giving her the appearance of weeping.

I traced her tears across the stones cool wet base.

I felt fire burn within; I felt the refining and removal of dross.

I looked up into the gray sky and tasted the wetness of tears.

Claps of thunder broke the silence reminding me once more our years.

The winds picked up as I watched the delicate petals fall from the three roses in the mud.

I bent down upon a bended knee and with the fallen petals a heart I made.

I then stuck my finger in the mud within the rose petal heart and penned…

YYYYYYYALLEN LOVES LEAHYYYYYYY

I then stood aright and looked at the lady clinging to the cross.

And for a moment I thought I saw your smile on her face embossed.

J. Allen Wilson © 10/18/08