A rose dancing in the wind-
ripped apart,
severed from its roots in
the dark storm
&
still dancing in the wind-
unwilling to die,
determined to be-
a homeless rose-
swirling in the storm-
inhaling the
luminosity of soul far away
&
within
as it dances in the wind,
releasing the scent
of a dying rose,
and breathing its final
dwindling breaths
but still breathing and dancing
through the wind
&
into Eternity