A wintery blue velvet rose blooming on the pale white creveses of the moon, reflecting onto mi a subtle silence of beautiful solace.
Leaving all a void to be blanketed by shadowy mist elusive to my touch but all but a faint breath that shifts gracefully about the broken patterns passage by the myraid goose-bumps.
Leaving through the spaces of my toes yet not without that sensitive rippling graze.
Onto the wintery rose i release my souls desires to trinkle through much as a rain drop does...And when the orange brazen sun emerges so to i will be re-affirmed onto the refuge of my body.Plagueing myself once more into the confinement.Anxious & yearning to be in her velvet petals.
