The Gift Copyright © 05 February 2005 c whyles

A gift arrived
You knew at once
Flowers that told the change of time
Of skies peeling their skin of daytime blue
For evening coat of red

Azure flowers
Designed to fall
As crimson flowers raise their heads
And spread their golds and oranges
Across the greens they wear

Wrapped in a bow
To tie the knot
Contain the promises we spoke
A soft reminder that we said
Such things we might one day regret

How could I know
The dread of night
The darkness of sleep’s thought that comes
From dreams and memories left empty
Never filled as others’ were
The solitude that echoes, echoes, echoes…