Spectral petals, memories, this.

Kissed and coddled and loved, indefinitely.

A memory made of splendid bliss,

each fold, each crease, a lesson in humility.

Upon the downward slope of a gentle crest,

like glistening gems in the star’s light,

Stands a natural place for love to rest,

and longing lips to graze in fleeting flight.

When roads pass and come and fall and rise,

I alone have these eyes, and I need these eyes,

For they have seen my birth, and my demise.