So I was going to bed, and started reciting. This is my best approximation. I’m just the messenger here. One more beer then bed for sure.

I walk along
the path
of Roses.
I see the petals
fallen.
they speak to me
and tell me of
when they were in
full bloom
of the intoxicating
beauty of the fragrance
they exuded effortlessly, exultantly.

I think of my own blossoms
so many years ago
the fragrance of me, of my passion,
of my love.
I think that I too am a rose petal,
but that it is never too late
to bloom again
To perfume a world.

Your pain? 

It lies on the ground.

Your enchantment? 

It rises with the morning fog, always
and forever.  There are smiles

In everything you forget.