Roses.

Roses.
Pale water submerges new roses
Freshly bloomed they lie untouched.
Untouched by juvenile wanderers,
And explorers.
Thy wave flows like a thousand mountains
Withholding one rose.
One pedal.
Trees passed by, 
And grass like sand.
One wish blossoms the patch 
Unwoven from deep slumber,
Wishes past sea.
Too far for any rose to wander,
But not to sleep.
One rose goes unnoticed without its pedal.
Deceiving by touch,
Harmed by winds who must carry.
Carry with old memories,
And untold stories.
With thy wave holding,
One pedal.