i
I sip the honeyed drops
mizzling from my crystal
seeking the nocturnes
of your piano
strumming my notes,
while sifting through of
an aurora through stained glass
revealing the small casket of my dark palace.
ii
gusting as a whimsical zephyr
birthing scintillating stars
upon my cloudless horizon
sighs echoes breathed longingly,
Silently fading away
without grazing
upon the dozen red roses
when your cantos
crooned softly in my ears.
iii
potpourri and well aged thoughts
canoodle the streaming wounds
of my cascading heart,
views of startled sun
crescent it's last rays
upon my decaying floret tomb.
