Alone in a beautiful garden

Alone in a beautiful garden
I tried conversing with roses
I smiled and whispered
a simple hello
silence
waiting and wanting
words unheard and ignored
the violent of buzzing bees surround me
I remain calm and reach out to touch
ouch
gasping I fall backwards
bleeding fingertips, stinging
I sink into the plush wet grass
soiled and scolded
I close my eyes
and dream of romance with roses
and dances with daises
opening my eyes
I gaze into the clouds
swirling overhead
fluid and languid, lovingly soft and serene
from a distance I gaze at the roses
mystical, admired and adored
adorned with thorns
nothing to be heard
nothing to be said
beautifully quiet
untouched.

-Mike Vensel