though death is near
she holds no fear
for the joy of life has passed by
and now all that is left
is the waiting
the window stares down at her
presenting the unblnking eye
of a bleak and uncaring sky
no understanding is shown
no emotion given
she has chosen red as her death colour
for it reminds her of the blood red roses
that so carefully concealed thorns
beneath their dazzling grandeur
they were a part of life
like life – they are now strewn asunder
like life – they always saved the deepest pricking
for the times when adoration was most overwhelming
carefully arranged on the white of her bed
she presents the world
with one final image of refined splendour
before joining with that
which she waited for
for so long