The Rose and the Stars

Soft velvet.
So thin.
So small.
Remember not to pick it, then it is gone. I touch it, it pierces my finger with its thorn.
But for some reason I dont care.
It takes me on a long jurney into thought.
I wish.
Then the next day I wake and run outside.
But it is gone.
Gone forever.
The rose.
Then I look to see it at my feet.
Left alone.
Nothing but alone.
But then on such a beitiful day, it starts to rain.
The rain turns to darkness.
And the darkness turns to night.
Then the stars come, I can see the light.
They make me smile.
And they make me think about today.
But I find myself awaking the next day...