The moon light bathed them in midnights
Glare, such nostalgic aromas as petals
Like onyx opened and they breathed
In the frigid luminescence letting free
Their substance upon the nights wisp.

Like dandelion tears they went in to the
Night, touched upon petal soft skin and
All was as it should be the night Called
Upon all with unspoken voices The thoughts
Glided upon and then lost in the wind.

The midnight flowers that bloomed under
Full moons gaze where displaced to a safer
Place. For empty dew drops of onyx tears
Collected in equal measure filled with
Emptiness that blossomed under twilight gaze.