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.