Dead Flowers

On my table i have dead flowers.
Roses to be exact.
thye are still red as if the life that once ran through them like blood was still there.
Filling them with all that gave them life now drained leaving them still and hard.
soft pedals once fell from their stem, providing a smooth caress for lovers with the right touch.
places forbbidon once ventured now memories like tales of trails traveld long time passed.
take nothing but pictures leave nothing but footprints they say.
i stepped to hard. i know, i feel it all the time when i look at those dead flowers.
makes me crazy. drives me utterly mad. like mad! not angry but for the mistakes i made to hurt you but mad like
the feeling you get when you have traveled for what seems like forever only to find yourself right back where you started.
oh what circles us mortals travel. circles. life is funny, aint it?
here i am. i mean here i am, and there you are in a jar far away from me but right there.
Dead flowers.
i onced smelled your bouquet, filling my nose with sweet smells. oh the memory. it hurts me to remember. even when many of my memories are nothing but good with moments of sad.
you gave me your all. all i could ever ask and much more. now look at you. im over here and your over there.
away from me like many nights i dreamed you never would be. if i only could take my tears and fill your jar. bring you back to life. fill your pedals like your heart with my love. bring you back to life.
but when you where alive did i see you in the same light. my eyes where so filled with your beauty that i perhaps was blinded by what was right in front of me. touch, smell, taste, hear. there now gone....
the golden tone of your silent sound gave my ears a reason to hear and to listen but the noise got in the way.
breath surrounded you. a song came from you that i may never may be able to hear the same way again.
when i saw you there on the stage of life full of life you gave me a reason to love music again and again.
now, each note stings me like the heat from a fire. burns me. i wish i could just jump in.
you never belonged to me. you belonged amoungst the beautiful pure things of this world like sunsets, the moon, tiny pebbles washed upon the shore. a kiss.
me i am like the thorns that run up and down you. hard and sharp. i tried to protect you but i failed.
i am sorry.
dead flowers, sitting there on my table. such sad sweet memories you bring me. such sad and sweet memories you bring me. never will i see a garden the same.
On my table i have dead flowers.
Roses to be exact.

love always
eric