Petals On The Water

I had written this to give to a friend, but I'm not sure if this is the right time. Maybe in a few weeks or months when the grief isn't so fresh. Maybe never*. Dedicated to his love, may she rest in peace.

* I had written it before I knew she had drowned. Talk about feeling like an inconsiderate and insensitive bitch....



Like petals on the water
life drifts on by,
lazily floating yet rushing so fast
upset in one loud splash.

The gentle hand of God guides
a soft breeze lifting velvet sails,
dancing flowers by the stream,
beauty blooms young and bright.

Tender words through our bodies speak,
murmurs of love whisper by the moon;
a rose picked and finger pricked,
stained stems like jaded souls.

By the creek a is rock thrown,
the man's heart shattered with grief,
waves wash the shore at his feet,
capsizing rose petals drown in tears.

We are petals on the water
adrift in the salty liquid,
the stone has been cast,
remember me when the waves roll in.