Roses
Swiftly moving through the sky Dark blots of opalescent blue Fall like tears They won’t come Can’t be forced out Not now Not anymore For the time of tears has past Gone with the infinite hope Of a world holding rose colored glasses It was hope that saved us But hope that drowned us in the end Full of good intent To say I am here holds infinite measure To be defined as one sees fit But I am not here Not in a place that holds any pretense Of rosy-ness