The flowing petals stick to my shoulders,
And I sigh, looking up at the ease of night,
Trying to remember your face.
It slowly appears to me,
First a blur,
Now a shimmer,
And now clear as crystal,
Your beauty shining through the blanket of darkness.
My eyes start open, and I realize I am not alone.
It is your lips that grace my cheek,
And it is that cheek that quivers, sending slight chills down my spine.
I turn, and yet you are gone,
Faceless, lost in an eternity of forgotten sorrow.