Delayed Reviver

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.