Ring Around the Roses
Take a great gander into the fields!
The fishes of the wilted flowers,
Red and dilapidated,
Your memory faded into each miserable sliver of oil against the midnight shaken sky.
Parading colours paint an image of you in mine,
Forget the safe places you had went,
For you may stay with me beneath a shallow moon tonight.
Wrapping your arms in mine until yesterday’s shadow gone,
Gravel shatters windows at night and I see the moon’s gleam against reflective blood,
Did the ocean’s tide wipe the tears from blind eyes?
Fortitude must continue amongst this treacherous night,
The swirling of a dancer reminding me of redden fields,
Delicate and sweet you ring in my ears once deaf.