Sleep, while the orchids scream my name;
Dreams of unraveled epiphany,
Masked in twilight guise;
A summon for the wilted, as angels carve the rain.
Hand and hand we tiptoed towards ecstasy,
A hunger only for consistency,
Meaning seems less constant when paved in gold;
Stars shine in technicolor, leaving misery to fade to grey,
A daffodil dance, raveled for gardens of the dead,
Tempting tranquility through peace of mind;
Silent, you trample my roses that bloom in grief,
Mastering a perfume for eviction.
Contemplate thy last breath,
Imagine a world free of shame, blame,
A thirst only for hope.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
