A Scented Streak, a Sad Day

A scented streak of weary sense replies to grief that prowls the mews A deep green blue of wailing skies enshrines a mood, in part to please Slow-rolled piles of willowy grass arouse a birth that slowly drowns Uneasy bursts of fading wind align to vows inclined to cease A caving wall designed for fraying stands aloof A loosely carved memory declines the option to rise again A kiss that resides in me emerges again to ask for you The pain that lines its path and masks your smile declines the scent that you live with Awaits a task designed for souls that pass… and laden with unfulfilled pasts Amusing taunts invite a bruising end to this And bring back the streak in troughs that wave my peaks and foul my peace