Walking through an empty field
whose tall greens fade to russet.
Sitting in the weeds of wilted flowers,
picking the pedals to drown
in the river of shadows hazing the purity.
Pricked a finger on the thorn,
drew a drop of blood
and you have mud on your flats,
a dirt smudge on your white dress
wrinkled from that hour
you lay asleep, dreaming of serenity.
A kiss of crimson on your cheek,
that root that tore you down.
Posture fixed, standing still,
the water settles to your knees.
As you become submerged,
the ripples are the vibrations of the ocean,
waves crashing, tide creeping in.
The rhythm of a heartbeat
brings the underwater fear to life.
I reach for your hand
and you’re falling backwards
onto the bed of silk of pedals
fallen off the wings of an angel.
That light of faith consumed in the horizon.
Fiery red turning black, the flame crippled
into the silence of loss, voice embraced by misery,
but he already has you in his arms.
Those stars explode into mist
as darkened nights turn to blue skies.
Cloudless reins of warmth,
sand seeping through the space between your toes,
shattered dust of once perfect shells surround you.
It has never been this calm.
And as he leans in for the tender touch
of those sweetly blushed lips…
that alarm you wished you hadn’t set,
only you fall back into your dream
when you roll over in those blue, satin sheets
to find that boy laying beside you.
His gentle pulses of breath on your neck,
arm cradling you with his hand carefully placed on your heart.
Closed your eyes once more
to never awake again from this beautiful dream of yours.