shade of dreams
mirrored from sky to street,
up comes the scent of embracing death,
the mottle on life in its cycle.
hues deep indigo
falling from the branch
a descent to below
which may last forever
or a moment
a passerby
an aparition
a whisper
a vision
images conjured by the scent,
a womens neck a gentle breath
slowly opens the curtain
of the show finished and just beginning.
haunted by its power
eyes shut and draw a tear
falling much like the blossom
of spring to find purchase in furtile soil
or rot at the edge of salvation