Petals in the night air,
Swirling through the sky,
Illuminated by the stars
As though the light could make them fly
Darting quickly through the darkness
Like a shadow in the trees,
Bringing tales of places far,
Stories through the scented breeze
Soft as feathers on the wind,
Like the wings of moths they flew,
Carried off to places far,
Places that they never knew
Nearly hidden in the blackness,
Fleeting ghosts of paradise,
Slowly shriveling in the cold,
Whispers of their former lives
Falling down from skies above,
Withered when they once were bright,
Drained of life from darkness cold,
Dead before the day brings light.
Copyright September 5, 2016 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
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