Basking in the glow of a pale harvest moon..my thoughts aren't of love but sadness and gloom
I stroll along a shadowed path..inner demons whisper and laugh
I stumble upon fragrant hues..red, yellow, pink,even blue
Searching for a certain kind..that will give me piece of mind
Suddenly i see it wet with dew...its intoxicating beauty makes me think of you
Like a cold black heart warm to the touch..an unpolished diamond in the rough
I graze the soft petals against my cheek...feelings of empowerment..not so weak
I stand a little taller..not so beat down
Releasing a healing scream that has no sound
