Rose and Breeze

a rose bud genteel
danced in graceful strokes
embodied in green sepals
she murmured a song

sweet voice of the rose
overheard by a breeze
soft blanket of whispers
the voice did please

breeze listened keen
and watched the rose bud sway
he turned and twirled
tickled the rose bud gay

bells of sweet laughs
swishes of  sepals
noddy butterfly smiles
ignited the breeze’s mind

curious breeze nudged
wanted to see rosebud
asleep in a cocoon
she never budged

breeze grew anxious
with each passing day
he blew soft kisses
waited with renewed hope

rose bud took her time
she needed to grow
unlike breeze's thoughts
she was slow to glow

one day the breeze raged
in fumes of dismay
cried tears of yearning
rosebud never a word say

he danced in agony galore
never knew what was in store
for beyond spoken words, his fury
changed him to an ogre

no more was he a breeze
but a roaring desert storm
in gushes of sand and dust
on dry dunes he roamed

a golden chilly morn
rose flower was born
from womb of a bud
came a beauty that shone

rose looked deep
far into the horizon
searched for a breeze
whose touch she knows

Days she waited
for the breeze to return
the breeze never came
with that face of demon

storm calmed one day
thought of going back the way
to see rosebud
the darling of his eye

rose had waited long
and wilted instead
she fell on the ground
and became one with the mud

breeze couldn’t stop
death of  his loving rose bud
a pain he couldn’t cope
he came long after she was dead

breeze tore apart
wept in hugs and kisses
dust she was
that dust he carried in his heart