Delicate flowers

She had delicate flowers in her hair

Pale pink like the flesh only you had kissed

Led down her body and soul. Undisguised and bare

Praying within your eyes she’d start to exist

Trying to catch the moments, like rain in your hands

But the day moves to night and the night to day

The sea will keep dancing over the sands

Sun lifts the shadows, revealing all you don’t say

Silent as the flowers torn from the earth

She sheltered those flowers between the pages of a book

The flowers dried, died, like your eyes, my worth

Pouring through pages, sadness took hold when she looked

I sit here alone. Dried flowers radiating more warmth than my soul

Comfort in books was the last thing you stole

Kirstie Jayne