Rose Requiem

In slumber, she finds solace amidst the crimson sea, A tranquil escape, where petals softly beckon. The roses, like whispers, surround her gentle form, A guardian of dreams, in a realm both dark and warm. With eyes closed, her spirit takes gentle flight, As the red blooms dance, in the soft, ethereal light. In this serene tableau, beauty and peace entwine, A moment frozen, where time stands still, divine. The roses, like sentinels of love and desire, Watch over her, as she glides on the tide of night's sweet fire. In this haven, she is free, a soul reborn, Where the rose's essence whispers secrets, and the heart is sworn. To the beauty that lies within, and the peace that it brings, A sense of belonging, to the beauty that clings. In the rose's depths, her own depths are reflected, A mirror to the soul, where love and peace are detected.