So much of love

So much of love

Lies bleeding

Upon a bed of Roses

Fallen from a tree.

We stood by a window

At the top of a staircase

Overlooking a colonnade

Of crumbled masonry

Overgrown with Dogweed

The ancients used as medicine,

It carries its disguise

With simplicity

Calming the wild imaginings

Of lost souls,

Wandering the gardens

In search of themselves.

Their hearts in pieces

Rendered broken

As the truth of their conviction

Flutters down

Unto the barren ground

Slowly disassembling

In the rain,

Dissolving into the earth

Which though once fertile

Is as fallow

As an unploughed field.

Childish thoughts are a misnomer

In the morning

After the breaking

It is all we can do to watch

As hot salt tears fall

In everlasting sorrow.

We once were parents,

We thought to be

For the longest time,

How briefly did

Our hearts sing.