Falling Blossom

Falling blossoms in the night sky, Into the mirror they gently rise. Delicately tossed by ethereal hands; Yearning on the precipice, her silhouette stands Soft breaths and soft rustles of her sea foam dress, Each golden note more haunting and melodious. Desires humming for a beautiful harmony, Precariously in tune with the pounding sea Magnificent waves roaring and crashing, Promises crushed by primeval smashing; Her mind impressed by a broken ship. Dreams snatched from salty, desperate lips Ever so brief tastes of nightshade and nectar Cage the prisoner and free the captor; Under the radiant halo of Hell, Clouds silently embrace an angel Falling blossoms in the night sky, Into the mirror they gently rise. Delicately tossed by hands of devotion; One small drop in a massive ocean.