skies make me think of you

skies make me think of you

The rose in the glass, crystalline ice

preserving the undead with thorns embedded

Maul the ones who don’t deserve

Love.

Lilting melodies twining within the vines

Gardener, the Girl in Shining Armour

guiding the blind, heart with heart

Connecting the other in her grave, handing

power to the once defeated, beckoning the growth and the

Rebirth, the rose runs wild

A declaration, a gift

The minimal thing reminds the rose

Of the one- guarding her

sky blue, red, water, fire

vibrance dazzling, the beauty of life

she is the sky to the earth, the love to the rose.