Roses

your flowercups so beautiful

with lights and shadows patterned

after our years

intertwined

You are as life itself

lovely vivid

with nuances and bounds

colours

flights with thin butterfly wings

filled up with light

in times and realities

over stones

no one has the strength to move

Think so many years

so vanishing short they have been

dwelt in your coats

Think so many dawns

made you open your buds

so many nights, silent

and other filled with music

nights with a shimmering moon

twinkling stars

planets and galaxies

lightyears in spheres of space

and celestial holes without bottoms

Our years together

are your dew drops

to drink when thirsty

                   Rebecka Stolpe