My Rose

I'd like to tell you the story of my rose

a flower of the night

made out of sunlight

and the tears of the morning dew

she grew one night

right out of my dreams

a new seed of reality

I could hear her sigh

while she became taller

her leaves were made out of a billion years

she was the gift

of a silent thought down in my soul

when one night I felt alone

a symbol that materialized

in my hand filled with snow and ice

a sign of love born out of silence

yellow and gold

with the aura of a rainbow

when I first saw her

I knew she had been here before

long before my life had begun

but I could never open myself up to her

until now

she feels like a smell of "forever"

and a taste of the "now"