you are lying
in the exhausted bed
from which
you will not rise
a red rose weeps
wilting in a silver
vase
your breath discovers
an open window
& escapes
return might still
be possible
but you no longer
care
so lucky!
such freedom
to dance
in the mind of
God
your soul
is a verdant garden
just for
you
blushing roses
blossom to the sky
you stream upward
like a dew drop
in the morning
sun