Moments between life and death

Moon child

I am a moon child
Who always tends to cry
When roses wilt

Petal by petal
They decompose
Life and death

So it goes

And although I know;
Every spring new roses will re-bloom

How my roses longed to thrive into eternity
But gardens last only for a singlar season
And their fragrance goes with the wind
Forget-me-knots never smell so sweeter...

I still ache