There's softness in the lull of the breeze
Her tender notes linger in leaves rustling
With soft fingertips upon my closed eyes, every night
She carries white flowers to the blind

Upon this hour
Many flowers of pale white, some pink
Blossom in her solitary backyard
Gently plucked by her frail hands

She gives them away to strangers
Like the breeze carrying blossoms
Some fall upon a running stream
And some, in bloom, on branches

As crimson skies hover at daybreak
A cracked sun looms over us
Rain cascades from the forlorn skies
Her fingertips upon my closed eyes

We were wrapped in warm sheets
She was tense to the touch
Love poured into the empty soul
I'd never known limerence before

Worlds collided, it felt
A tapestry of emotions fell away
The white flowers turned cold
She'd never known peace before