Is that why?

Long long ago, on a starry night,

When a rain drop, from the lap of a cloud

Looked down and saw in the deep dark woods,
A lonely white withering rose, sleeping amidst the thorns,

And went with the breeze to touch her face,

And with his cool silver lips, kissed her weak pale cheeks,
The leaves giggled, 
The moon smiled 
and the brook was mute….

And in the serene silence, the rose wake up in shock

And for a moment, went to a daze

But

Slowly then shyly she smiled, and beautifully she blushed

And did her cheeks glow rich deep crimson ….

        So is that the reason why roses are red???

BUT...

“In the night will the silver stars glitter,

In my heart will the butterflies flutter,

In the breeze will I hear your song,

In my dreams will you float along,

In your eyes will my heaven stretch afar,

BUT I wont ever know who you are….”

Emptiness...

This Emptiness….like the silence after that roaring rain, like the hush that screaming train leaves behind... 

This emptiness of that perplexing hot lonely afternoon,of that quiet cold cemetery …

Freezing memories that fail to lull me, that hurl Weird dreams at night, that make me squeal like a loon… 
the silence that follows, deadening the soul.

 In the creeping darkness, only ticking clock, tears and me…..

Good byes and reassurance then, now the Daily chores and this wild world, Still this emptiness lurks behind my fake smile….