HOW FLEETING THE LUSTER

Written by: nette onclaud



Black roses sprawl, to droop, then fade raking tendrils of her attic’s shades; a brief display which glints inked nights only for time’s sake, boughs do parade. How fleeting the luster of stems’ arms, between weeping dusk and chilled sun twigs crack like love's farewell --sad moon, a wish-- the fragrance of bliss gone. She digs mementos; gazing afar perhaps to touch the light of stars, that hide dawn’s lamp from memories instead her eyes reflect more scars. Though pain mocks unbecoming heart a young bough nestles on ground's arc; granting reprieve in place of tears to kindle sparks for dance to start. --------- Night-Dark-Black-Happy Sad Contest of Craig by nette onclaud