Wisdom’s Roses


Among all the roses that fell upon me,
And their fragrance that traveled across, free
and spirited, I am left, bathing in a healing essence to the red scars.
From the prick of their thorns.

I wonder! Just a bit tonight, staring into the stars, 
about a certain aura that a dark Shower of Time leaves behind,
giving the silent wisdom, a voice,
One that opens the inner-strength to the after-shower breeze of loyalty to life and moving on with it…