you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.
the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.
It is the passionate night that holds you.
nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.
hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.
the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.
I draw the shades. a solitary tear falls.
oh, nocturnal orchid,
the night will never release you.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.
the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.
It is the passionate night that holds you.
nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.
hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.
the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.
I draw the shades. a solitary tear falls.
oh, nocturnal orchid,
the night will never release you.
