Midnight Bloom

In the shadowed light, she kneels among roses, A midnight garden where petals unfold, Her dark hair cascades, a waterfall of night, Softly kissed by moonbeams, young and cold. The roses, like her, wear darkness like a cloak, Yet in their depths, a secret beauty spoke, A language only known to the heart, Where sorrow and beauty never depart. Her eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the sight, Of red petals, like love letters in the night, The world around her fades, a distant haze, As she communes with the roses' mystic ways. In this moment, she is one with the earth, A fleeting beauty, a timeless birth, The roses, her companions, in grief and in grace, Together they share the secret of the sacred space.