Black Rose

A field of sunflowers bewildered In the long starless night Since you've gone.

Head up, facing an eventless horizon.

Vibrations of vulnerability A single black rose stands On an unmarked grave In the middle of the dead sea Moaning for no one.

Bats crisscross overhead Sounding for souls

And drop exhausted in the boulder-strewn desert.

If there be hope

Then time flows backward

Sucking our sorrows from us

Into its dark and shapeless maw.