Thousands of blooms
Pocked their bulbs, and
Leased heady perfumes into the vast sky

Purifying, and clinging amidst
The vapor of dawn

Saccahrine effusion descended
In co-mingled currents

Wafting in gentle benefaction
At your subtle passing

You could no longer afford
Your resting place
Liberation enveloped your form,
And you padded amidst
The perfume
Cloud stepping upon
Cloud