Silk spun gold
softly fall on gentle shoulders
an intricate braid tucked behind your ear
a bead swings on the end
glittering in the sunlight  

A circlet lays on your brow
poppies, bluebells, and a rose
woven with oak leaves behind
green like emeralds in your eyes

They are closed now
as you lay on stone
face relaxed and soft as petals
a sharp contrast from before

A tiger lily is clutched in your hand
and a hydrangea falls from mine