The Lucid's Rose

The moon shined one night
The stars sparkled as well
The clouds thickness disappeared
The darkness remains the same

Out from a field of thorns and bushes
From a dark meadow of green and desire
A rose bloomed of nothing at all
Bearing consternation to its core

Howling and blowing, high and low
An object to seek a mighty glow
Something glistens and was never flawed
Buried in the deep, to rise after all

The eyes were shut to continue to see
The beating like a drum, a barrage to the lea
The eyes were open to continue to feel
A stroke of bristles, a message to perceive