Her soul is wilting
Wilting
A word she knows all to well
All of her plants have started wilting long ago
How can you keep something else alive
When you're barely living yourself
Her leaves
Are crumbling
Split ends like spilt branches
He says:
"Your hair
Is only as good
As the head its growing on
And and your head
Isn't doing so well itself
How can you expect anything beautiful to grow from so much darkness.
Trees
Don't grow in the dark."
She
Tries to get her thoughts out of the Dark
The midnight abyss she calls her mind
But she
Has never been good at climbing
Cliff faces
look down
and laugh at her attempt to ascend
She
Pretends like she can't see them staring
Arms growing weak and weary
Her roots
Feel as if they're about to break
But she never gets a break
Never gets to rest
She's stressed
who would have guessed
That Behind
her Big smile
Lies
Wilting leaves
Split branches
And broken roots
Ready to fall apart
No one seems to see
That the only thing
Keeping her together
And Grounded
Is the ground itself
And even that
Is only as stable
As the world its sitting on.

Follow me down to the cherry tree
With ten thousand rose capillaries
So many sights still yet to be seen
Before the wilting of our dream

While the wind whistles a tune so sweet
Let’s dance with flowers in the summer heat
There’s plenty of time to swim in the stream
Before the wilting of our dream

I’m afraid now the hour is getting late
Soon my darling we both will awake
We can lay in the meadow of velvet green
To await the wilting of our dream

The turpentined clouds are the first to go
Melting away like wet April snow
The birds fall silent and the tulips careen
Into the wilting of our dream

Ashes an dust circling in the air
Slowly descend on your long golden hair
I stare at your face ‘till the last sunbeam
*Erases the memory of our dream