WHERE ROSES LIE DORMANT

I will wait for you
where roses lie dormant
and thorns still pierce.
Tears giving birth to chasms of hope.

Despite brevity of our conscious
your presence still intertwines
the labyrinth of my soul.
Poignant desires blossom.

Wispy fantasy unfolds
from love pruned at its culmination;
fruit left to wither, untasted.
I wait in shadow, dreaming.