sub rosa – sonnet

he sinks his gaze into the depths of skies
and then inhales the scent of falling rain
dissolved in grayness. from his misty eyes
the mossy shade of an unspoken pain
begins to creep to surface. seconds flow –
and withered petals of forgotten times
endow his mind with the translucent glow
of past, helped by the sound of vespers' chimes.
her icon, buried deeply under tears,
is just as young today as long ago –
he still recalls, despite the many years,
her coffin’s flow’ry scent when earthed below.
“she always smelled like roses…this is why
i sowed them on her grave…”, i heard his sigh.