• I cry
    as the luster of blue orchids
    washes 'cross my skin
    timid
    they gaze into my darkened soul
    and they cry with me
    flowers
    with emotions deep as my own
    mend my broken mind
    I hear
    as they speak a soft language
    one fragile as glass
    "love lives"
    they say in a turquoise mirror
    and then fade away
    "survives"
    and fall into oblivion
    they whisper alone
    I do
    I rise and ascend into love
    never to return