travelling rose

travelling rose
somehow light enough
to be blown on the breeze

your face is turned from the future,
and oh, how I worry for you
wishing I could push the wind along a path

were my reach long enough
I would carry you safely home
(or back to me);

or turn the wind to my back
and fly myself to you
like a rain-cloud to a rose.

15 Jan. ’10 – Chado

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