THE BLUSH OF A ROSE

I moved in your atmosphere.
You moved in mine.
Together or alone,
we merged
from petal to flower,
in the depth of a single heart,
to the heart of a single rose.

We made our own circle,
from friend to lover
in our sweet youth,
from lover to best friend
in the measureless hours
of forever.

We were like
expanding stars
in cosmic time
that light the night
and flow like rivers,
not only into shadow and space,
but into each other.

I can't hold your hand
or touch your smile,
but I can visit you
in my poetry or prose,
or in the blush of a rose
in the quiet beauty
of our garden.

Love never vanishes.
Love worth loving
is worth loving
for always.

© JOHN PISCATELLA