A sleeping Rose

A sleeping Rose wakes and blooms touched by the light from The rising Moon reaching through the Earth beneath your Stone giving New birth with powers I've known your heart starts to beat eyelashes flutter with your first breath my name you utter there was nothing I could do when you flew away so I learned how to fly till I found the way to keep my word that day in September to never give up to never surrender brushing the dust out of your hair over 400 years since I laid you there.