Her Dance
Does a rose know of her immense beauty when she is alone
Does she know she glows like an opalescent moonstone
Or is she simply leaning in a mesmerized trance towards the sun
Even when she is not aware of being witnessed by anyone
Is she so immersed in being,
that she is unaware of how she is seen
Entranced by the heart beat of her dance
Does she try to shine
Or is it simply her time
Does she know her aroma is alluring
Or is she simply quietly purring
Is she enchanted by the pink shades of the sunrise,
Or is she lost in your eyes
Only the red rose knows,
as she dances with her eyes closed
Does she shine bright for you,
Or is it simply the light of her heart that shines true
Does she try to draw you in,
Or does the essence of her heart song effortlessly emanate from within
If she invites you to bask in the warmth of her iridescent glow,
Perhaps then you will know
For the secrets of a rose
Are touched by those she welcomes close
—Melina Powers
“But he that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.”