The Dying Rose
written by: June Potter
@coralmay06
Blowing through the stars above, she became aware of her name being called. At first but a whisper to her tuned in ears then with a power as that of the thunderous storm in full motion. Searching through the brightness of the skies above she waited with bated breath for the echo yet again of his voice. A voice that left her weak with longing. Her emotions slowly took charge, leaving her breathless with the anticipation of his powerful arms around her fragile body. The beating of her heart when in the passionate grip of his desire, left her speechless, for words are of small value when the body ushers in its own force of burning flames, sending her on a trail of intense desire for this man who held the key to her soul…a soul in desperate need of complete fulfillment. For what had become that of eternity to her slumbering spirit, the sound of his voice became music to her anguished soul, so alone and lost without him by her side. Meeting within the realm of the spirit was surely brought on by the waves of desperate longing and a dream that one day she would again be one with him who knew her every thought, every deep-seated emotion raging as the storm within her body of infinite beauty and desire. Love as strong and powerful as theirs, ended not because of the death of the flesh but continued into the eternal depths of the spirit, there where no person had the ability to steal its magnificent glory and contentment. Buried deep into the recesses of the mind, the days and nights of anguish locked the doors of her once giving and tender heart for to love as passionately as she had, was but a once in a lifetime occurrence, yet the sands of time had brought with them the call once more to feel…to open forth once more as the flower in full bloom for deep within the bud of every pure rose, lies the fragrance of enchantment. Now desperate to move into his realm, she suddenly realised the thunderous sound of his voice was no longer. Swept away into the depths of the ocean he was gone as was her dream of becoming reconnected once more. Broken; every tear flowing as that of a river bank now opened so as to rid itself of all that was contaminated, she slowly found release in every pent-up emotion of sorrow. Sorrow disguised as an attitude of false contentment and so-called happiness built on a foundation of pillars made of distrust and insecurity.
Without warning the shadow form took on a life of its own. Powerful in the flaws of mere man lies the inbred quality to reign and rule. He became her thoughts, her every waking moment; her call from the deadly aroma of life had been slowly sucked away by an invading spirit larger than her own. Who was this man who so quickly and without warning invaded her soul and spirit and brought with his presence the ability to break down her walls? Sharing her world…her small world of but a handful, he became the head at the table; the key to the lock; the wind that refreshed, and the warmth that brought back life to her weary and grieving heart. Crashing as one in the waves of the stormy seas gone astray, her turmoil at his arrival unveiled yet again the many metal gates firmly established in place…gates never opened lest the webs of deceit spread their way around her heart forever held firmly in place by sheer will power. Portraits of love finding a home in the coldest regions of a hardened heart were way beyond her understanding but the force of their intensity knew no limits thus leaving her reeling under their spell of absolute desire. Crying out to be rescued from what was slowly, bit by bit, taking over her every moment of sanity; she cried out but in vain, for the power of destiny supersedes that of one in a fleshly form. Live… cries the spirit deep within…live to experience the intensity of two souls coming together as one. One within each other…one made possible by the agreement of what was meant to be. My love; hear me; meet me in this time frame of an opened window. Take my hand and lead me to that pathway where the passion so carefully locked away, once more becomes ignited by your perfect touch…a touch so intense that it leaves me begging for more. Nothing has the ability to extinguish this fire; the fire that keeps us awake crying for more in the realm of what could be if but two souls would surrender to the other. The thorns, which are but darts of the enemy of passion intended to be, leave scars that continually bleed deep under the now healed fragile skin. Reach through and beyond the thorns and behold the blood-red rose which has awaited your arrival for so long. Every petal which held on by sheer willpower has raised its voice to you…calling you to reach for your place alongside the blazing rose of destiny. Has the call fallen on the ground, only to be trodden underfoot by your heart of ice?
See the blood seeping through the now dying rose, still so warm and so on fire, just longing for your hand to reach out. She is the rose…the petals lay at your feet waiting; always waiting for just one tender touch thus revealing the true inner beauty of your heart. A heart she knew was alive but oh so afraid of the feelings now awakened deep within. Holding on; she is barely holding on, when without warning his shadow walks through the darkness and powerfully infuses her spirit once more with just enough breath to know that they are indeed one…for now and in all of eternity.
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