In the Fragility of Dreams

Upon the stillness of Big Sur clouds High atop the silent summits My solitude lies with sages In this place of heaven Endeared To come to peace In the ruins of the moon Laying my body to rest My eyes have turned to stone Surrendering to freefall Where there lies no restraint Nor command of my being Searching for the graces of timelessness The flurry of breeze quavers To take my soul Plunging towards An uncertain destination My silent voice utters "I have come to pick the lyrical flower For my heart has yet to find its home." In between the nettles and phantom orchid, The coastal grasses and spineflowers Sunlit and ethereal in the mist A single rose of an unknown color Speaks my name With insatiable seduction Capturing my unabated love It fills my senses and enraptures me Then slowly... Ever so slowly, each petal of my incarnated being Breaks away from my heart As the rose aspires And dies Left naked adorned with thorns In the ruins of the moon It calls my name In the fragility of dreams May 18, 2020 In the Fragility of Dreams Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One