You placed in my hand, a rose with no thorns
Yet I was still painted with blood.
I felt your palm, flat on my chest
Though my skin received no warmth.
I lie here, still and cold
Waiting for you, my delayed reviver.
Through the void, I drifted
Looking for my reviver.
I saw a world of darkness, in my absence
without you.
My eyes could not open, no light
Could touch mine eyes.
Yet still I lie here, waiting
for you; reviver, delayed.
You were dioxide carbon, to me
the long dead plant.
You were the mirage, of an ocean
Hidden in the desert of my heart.
I will always be without you, from now forever more,
I will always be without my reviver;
My reviver, too long delayed.