The bloom before the fall

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true But beauty cannot shield a soul bruised by goodbye, For even the loveliest wings can’t teach a heart to fly. He kissed her in spring, with hands laced in flame, Then left her in silence, forgetting her name. The garden remembers the lies he told, Each petal a secret, each stem growing cold. She sips the nectar now bitter with regret, A trace of the love she cannot forget. Her wings beat slower in the dying light, Hope bleeding out with the fall of night. A fairytale wilted, a dream turned to dust— She blooms with pain, in sorrow and rust.