Rose, until

This is not my end, I am not so daffodil

This is not the climax, This is but a rose, until

We meet again in another, Lonely day abloom

This is not my end, This is but some living room

There are times to say goodbye

There are those to leave

There are ways to catch a butterfly

There are webs we cannot weave

There are friends that fill the sky

With colors and your dreams

They may teach you how to fly

You might try to hold their beams

Light is not always as it seems.

To catch the creature by the wings

To clutch them to your chest

To place the lightning bug

In loving glass arrest

To bottle up one gift forever

Makes you a fool and worse,

You stifle all their golden hour

And choke your universe.

There are times to say goodbye

And there are friends who part

There are future paths to find

Each to their own rough heart

None can stop-up time

None knows the rest

Leave the butterfly to bloom

Their own way

And hope

Perhaps some day

Upon the edge of a golden sunrise ray

We’ll beat four new wings to the same rosy cloud

To pause, and meet together,

To face the West