Dried Roses

give me a rose

and it shall wither

and darken

and harden

how it becomes more beautiful

on a journey of relentless change

changing so completely

yet staying in the same place

guarded over

by those who care for it

your heart is my rose

that I question
if I truly own

for how can I own something
that pleases me each day
with how much is changes

how can I own
an entity that becomes something new
with each passing morning?

an entity like a cloud

changing shape in the wind

formless and beautiful