by Jason Alan
the last breath of a pink rose fades
as the remaining petals
are tossed to the earth by wind,
gravity and fate.
and so intense, this life charade
we pass on by and the dust settles.
weighted down by love and hate.
even the stars feel the tumultuous break
the shattered reason
the cold emptiness of logic.
foundations of stone are known to shake
from season to season.
the earth is rarely sympathetic.
the grass below your feet is so
it actually ceases to be
and becomes the colour.
so true is the need to be higher than
what is seen.
we cease to be, we no longer see
and become one with each other.