A special poem about life and how it grows. |
-Just One Rose Knows Your Name- by Keaton Foster Just one rose knows your name Part of the game One that I am sure that you Had no idea you were playing And if you did Would have it made any difference. Such a rose is in a distant meadow Out beyond a darkening forest Out beyond all that we are comfortable with There are no creatures where it exist There is no true sun and no empty sky There is only a realm of absolutes. A nothing that is vast A nothing that is wide A nothing that could never be Understood by any human mind Who planted such a rose is unknown Who tends to it is quite unclear. Any other rose would have long since Withered up and died a horrible death Any other rose would have long since Returned to the source of its creation Leaving such an empty place emptier Leaving such a world even colder. We all must be part of a story That we can live with and within We are all part of the game The rules are the same Yet we all play in vastly different ways. Reality holds little precedence Causality bleeds insignificance We live then we become carcasses Former shells of all that others hold close Like the rose, once we are picked Once we are taken from the cold No longer do we grow. No longer can we be saved Spared fates cruel hand Just one rose knows your name Just as only one knows mine Separate absolutes await us all The god of chance and the god of fate Are one and the same. Did they plant the seed that spawned Such a beautiful expression of what life is And what life can be in such a world Of ever-increasing darkness The answer is not so clear… Just One Rose Knows Your Name Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |