Reflection

memory's sweet magenta whisper elusive- oh were there some vanilla cocktail concoction- a ghost of scent haunts the vestibule of my dreams- lace in the garden- a rose trellis- and lips- a hearth near the shore- star lights across a velvet sky- sublime cliffs behind and an arcane moon on the horizon- the nonchalant tilt of the glass- a twist of lime to appease my soul- a flutter of pearl wings- awakening as adoration envelops my spirit- white coats smiling- bright lights- and the pain of oblivion- with a smile from the lady in the frame I promise- "someday- we will remember "