Crush the dried petals  
of the rose  
that bore light  
Brandishing talons  
at the sun  
Yawning and empty  
the patals wither  
Only grayed stem remains  
Revive the silence  
that the stars will again shine  
Weep not for chalice  
And not for lurking inspiration  
But for relieft from grace  
Finally within grasp  
Constellation