Petals in a bud...

Her soul in his hands is like petals in a bud

the sand timer started on her life then

petal after petal he flaked her being

season after season the petal dried

he thought they looked beautiful spread out

Little by little he got to the bud

and had her brittle soul exposed to the winds

the sand timer trickled some more

and then the heavier winds took the bud

it was too weak to stand its strength

Then he started to see the petals dry

still, they looked beautiful spread out

season after another he watched them

soon they withered and dried out

they could not hold on without the bud

It was like a soul was gone in time

and body decaying for lack of it

until the sand timer dropped its last

then he realises the petals are no more

he gathers them into a jar and waters them

He hopes they can turn a fiery beautiful

but no, the water can't bring the radiance

they are gone to another world 

to be created to another soul, maybe

but he's a man full of the pride of humanity

He stands the petals at the window

hoping the sun can bring them to life

his pride doesn't let him

he believes and hopes they spring

he owns them they are his

They will grow he tells his defeat

they must sprout he tells his ego

so, he tightens the lid of the jar

and waits even if his soul dies

he waits some more on the other side

But it takes them into a transition

another life, another sand of time

in the hope that they find a kinder soul

and maybe the bud can sprout again

hopefully the petals stay with the bud.