I’ve spent years getting closer to her,
but it’s still not enough time.
Listening to her silver silence
following her moonlit entryway into the interior garden
holding a single white velvet rose in my hand as offering,
sitting under the silhouette of her tree,
misted with crystal and frost.
I let her
breathy guidance warm my temples,
activating my temporal lobes with an explosion of silence,
into a memory of iced tears
mirroring back into the black, dark of me,
now shimmering with rose color and glow.
When I close my eyes now, and rest my energy in my heart–
penetrating that darkness,
there is nothing but silence;
and, she is within me, lining me with roses
and welcoming me home.