White Rose

How you envy the gentle white rose
And the tears that pierce its satin lips
They glisten in the moonlight
Sour jewels upon sweet innocence
Reflecting the golden moment
That hangs above in the clouds of a trance

I can still taste the bitterness of my own storm
Releasing its breath so close to her ear
I could faintly hear the soft cry
As each tear laid a rose upon its bed

A thorn was plucked from a fragile stem
As luminous petals burned themselves to ashes
Translucent became the new white
And I was left knee deep in an inch of rotted soil

Where have all the white roses gone