The Eternal Rose In My Dreams

After all these years, she still drifts through my sleep, never staying long, never fully gone. I see her as she once was, unchanged by time, untouched by distance. She lingers at the edge of memory, a quiet vision, close enough to feel real, yet fragile as mist beneath first light. And just as I reach for her, just as I try to keep her there a moment longer, she dissolves into the rose that blooms in my slumber, petals unfolding where her presence once stood. Then the dream thins, and morning finds me, as I wake with that familiar ache, the tender knowing that she belongs to a season of my life that has long passed. For that season was only just a dream...