Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

White Roses

White roses.
Curved over glass.
Heads soft as marshmallows.
A bridal vase of yellow, red and white.
I see you in my dreams.
So soft,
so soft.
The ruffled lace of virgins’ gowns.
I dream of holding you,
your sweetness filling my nose.
How still and beautiful you are.
If I could paint you,
capture you,
remember you,
I would keep your image in my head
and recall you
on days that are bleak and sallow.
White roses
do not die.
Such loveliness should never
be forsaken.