Rain

Rain… the sweet tears of angels pouring down, falling from my face. Feeding the earth, spreading life. The blossoms of new life submerge. In the garden my face suspended in time in a constant stare, my dark brown eyes fixed to an unrelenting constant gaze at the wondrous beauty that lies before me. Nil and fragile it stands, its roots giving life to the soil. Its pedals tasting the light. Its protective stem radiant. Its petals, sweet and full of life. This lone rose stands through the constant weathering, left damaged and hurt. Its thorns left to protect it from all that would dare hurt its rare and beauteous wonder. Rain drops fall from its glowing petals. As my hand touches a petal, the rain drops fall and run across my fingers, my body is baptized with love and beauty. Still not in full bloom, yet it surpasses all other flowers I have seen, and at my gaze it fades. Seems an illusion, untrue to me. To great to be real, tis a rose… tis a woman. Far from reach… my glimmering tears fall, for I can not touch her lips, my fingers burn for I can not put them to her lips and caress them, my body chapped from the wanting of her soft touch. I do truly love this woman far then I have ever imagined I ever could nor would anyone. Even more then my Pegasus… Maybe it was a selfish wish for me to have her, but it was the only wish I have ever made for myself. To run my fingers through her hair, so see her hands… these sculptured hands. For my lips to touch them and feel soft skin upon my bitter red lips. Even now a tear falls, for I can not. It is not a black tear, nor a normal tear. Its is unique for I know of it only once before. That was when I plucked this rose… it reminded me of her, and the thoughts flooded my mind, heart, and soul. Their I laid my body down, I sat upon the steps. The rain falling on my face, my body soaked… not a care did I have except in my heart for her. I fell to a fantasy, but it was of love. To hold her in my arms in this rain… to taste her glossy lips… to pull a soft petal and run it across her arm, to her hands these wondrous hands I wish to one day hold mine. The rain drops left upon this petal spread across her fingers… Her body bathed in angel tears and the sweet smell of a rose. I imagine myself putting the petal to her lips… the graceful angelic lips. Her lips making the rose petal lively, no petal could be any sweeter for her lips have graced it. To hold her close… time would not stand for me for I would have to let go… never would I want to. To watch her in slumber, guarding her. My arms around her, holding her. Till the dawn…Staring at the sky… watching the stars. Her eyes would hold more light then any star. But I can not look into these eyes. She says she loves me… but I even doubt her existence for nothing could be as angelic as she. I know I love her… with all my heart and soul. I would give my last breath to her, and my ray of hope to brighten everything around her. I would hold her in the light while the darkness once again engulfed me… my body serrated by the blades of the dark, still my frail arms would hold her to the light. It seems impossible to ever have her. But it is the one thing I want for myself. I don’t think I can ever love her as much as she deserves. I don’t even know if she can love me, I want nothing more then for her happiness. I love her so much… I can not say more for its does hurt like a thorn in my heart for I can not have her… She is a rose and am nothing more then a mere bitter weed.