These falling petals.

Here's to life !

Neath the scattered dawn, the dreamy blue shades of hope draped in red
The genesis of another stanza, a symphony sculpted and scripted
These dreams are visceral, spread thinly over the beckoning depiction
A laugh, a smile, the fall of a petal. The morn has dispersed its benediction
And to the waters of these synesthetic dreams wanders my compass
To the golden shimmers that flicker fickle on the Southern pass
To you.

Amk