The Wilted Blooms

I guess this is the female version of Mortal coil??? ish? I dunno...

Wilted Blooms

If I sang you to sleep,
would you fall into eternity's embrace,
with a smile upon your lips.
Preserving the finale of your thoughts.

Fear not,
as the world would stop turning
when your palms finally unfurled,
their final strength flinging summer blossoms to the wind.

You seemed all but blinded,
as slumber crept its clammy fingers
about the fair skin of your throat.
Choking out the last of your voice.

But they'd ride banners in your honor,
a lament for the decay of exuberance.
And the wilted spring of your beauty,
faded into the cold winters.

O' the cruelty of fragility,
the mourning bosks all wept,
as the land sensed your subtle corrosion.


And for mere moments your face clouded my thoughts.
Garbed in white,
your whispers told of paradise,
where the light of life prevailed the twilight.

The fires of life burned forevermore.
But grief strikes dead,
the foolish hopes and dreams,
of a fleeting happiness everlasting.