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

deeply green

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.