Rose

it was all so unexpected,
the way you never expect the rain
at the end of a year long drought.

the way her moonlit hair
the only warmth for miles,
blew in the wind,
just softly enough to emphasise
the rocks beneath her feet.

it was all so unexpected,
the leaves beneath her bed,
the scattered flowers on the floor.

the way her voice cut threw the fog,
an early morning haze,
an urgent message to her love
she sang so peacefully.
the rose she held,
her grip so tight
the thorns pierced her skin,
she threw below,
down to the waters crash
upon the rocks so cold.

it was all so unexpected,
the confidence of her leap,
the flight, the splash...

following the calls of her love,
im sure it began to rain