Torment
Soft,
Infinitely beautiful.
Like the unfurling rose petals
at dawn
after the fairies
folded their gossamer wings
and curled up in their beds
of blues, yellows
and reds.
Poignant.
So precious.
Like a rainbow appearing
beyond he curtain of silver–
like tears falling
from the clouds heavy eyes.
Tragic.
Forever lost.
Like you and I
wrapped in stygian silence.
