Petals of a Rose @ 20 years

Petals of a Rose*

Gently slipping like shadows at the close of day.
Soft and elusive, a whisper carried away—
The thought of you...
...once vivid, now astray.

In passion’s last ember, your touch lingers still,
Gentle as the caress of a breeze over the hill.
Warmth that once burned, now a soft, tender thrill—
The kisses of passion...
...that no longer will.

Through the fingers of time, your scent gently drifts,
Beauty once held in my heart's tight grips—
The petals of a rose...
...from my memory slips.

Into night’s cool air, our laughter once soared,
Echoes of joy, in harmonious accord.
Now drifting away, a melody stored—
The joy we shared...
...no longer explored.

Like petals of a rose after the frost's cold kiss.
To the ground below, the rose petals fall,
Each one a memory, a sweet recall.
In winter’s slow throe, they scatter and sprawl—
Petals of a rose...
...beneath time’s pall.