Out of the dozen
I chose but one
My fallen rose..
As I take it to ask
Why do we see
What only grows..
Cause through love
when it comes
it only goes..

...

Spark the flame
That glistens through the heart
For the fire that's burns
Of the scent that grows apart
To the captures I yearn
As I see them as art..

Absence..

Essence of the absence..
Confronted by a shadow
From the distance..
Through the night words echo
Offering one guidance..
As footprints are to follow
Accepting ones presence..
From afar that we know
But only to be Blinded by the brilliance..
That Many are often to show..