Vanilla Visions

When the moon muses to the melody of memories, roaming wisps of vanilla gently flow through space and time. Your voice echoes through scintillating sheets of unwavering waves, like lullabies laced into silver nightfalls. Within my mourning sight, invisible feathers form into clouds appearing as wings, swiftly swerving and reflecting perfumed “ forget-me-nots.” A reminder that you’ll always be gracing our horizons from dusk till dawn. I’ll savor your memoirs within pastel colored pages of my purple journal. I’ll recite your favorite poem, like starlight over groves of silk and ebony. Tomorrow before the sky tumbles down, let the sunflower stillness speak. When these tears are unlocked, rain serenades symphonies of sentimental seconds, lost to the ticking truth of fleeting grains from sinister silence. You’ll feel my words rising and reaching the seventh sky, beyond unwritten woes and throes, as you sway upon a golden swing engraved with diamond dusts and daphne dreamcatchers.