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to save the damsels in distress; the cowboys and Indians do fight for their land and the strong survive, and she began to believe that happy endings do exist and that one day soon... she will find peace in her soul.

The clandestine garden is protected until the time is right for to look and see ... and on the petal there before her was displayed a name for her to see. The name was formed in crystal dewdrops that sparkled like diamonds on a silken cloth on this fragrant lavender leaf. She somehow knew his name before ... but not from this life. From somewhere within herself it seemed. Just as she knew that feeling with him their first night on the beach ... she knows this name this morning. She knows his name on this rose. It had been written in sand with her name once; when he sculpted it by his own hand.

This name she knows is true love.

Somehow she knew that she would find it again one day; however, she also knew that she had found it once already; and that it was good. So if she was to never come upon another love as true; she still feels the blessings she knew once with him, her missed lover.

She looks outside through her window pane...

She wonders if he's okay...

Her days of pain passed into the peace of dreamless nights and comparitively worry-free days. Just as the sandy footprints had washed away with the tide and just as her icy window became clear with the noonday sun... this rose shall one day wither as well. This rose will become weak and shrivel like the sadness faded from their November losses and the fated chill it brought them. That is the promise of the lavender rose.

She opens her eyes by May to find that her rose is gone. The window is gone; her icy glass is gone, her garden has withered and then her rose...
Her Lavender Rose...

She opens her eyes ...
and she cries for her rose...

From her somber eye a teardrop slowly rolls down her cheek and rested on her lip where it shriveled dry. On her own, she learned that there is a cycle within the gardens and to have faith - for all things are ever changing and nothing lasts forever. Life ultimately comes to an end, just like our youth and people and things change, even our best friends from that youth. Nothing stays the same. There is no such thing as forever. We must accept that our homes, neighborhoods and neighbors won't last forever, nor our beloved pets. Our favorite television shows end, trends and fads waste away. There are no happy moments that live forever after and so, as this lover learned

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