In Response to ' Native Seeds' ~ More Than Roses ~

It’s even more than roses express

the color of the heart's flow

felt in  veins which do not show

heard in  sounds of the beat slow-

I myself do not know,like Earth-

when the stem came in to grow

perhaps the seed already there

 needed the green to begin  care-

and now my restless soul seeks

the roots of the rose that keeps

me awake pierced in tears

 thorns touch creating fears –

I reach for the sweet aroma

breathe deep to inhale incense

I reach out to feel the petals

  I'm held by forbidden clutches

why do we connect with souls

who merge with the  spirit

bring peace and calm, then

amalgamating, silently leave 

cease, after  applying the balm

Now I gather the roses again

in vain, though, to ease the pain,

   of my  Quest for Ultimate Truth 

I seek the saving soul all over

 Whom I hope to meet, in pure rain.