Horns to the sky
Glimmered by the moon
Rose quartz showed a familiar reflection
Referring back
Before I took you
Roaring into my vision
Curling peddles swirl so naturally
In a field of chrysanthemums
My eyes caught a movement
Searching without moving
I met your eyes
Shadowing like my wings
Betrayed by the moon
Polished Ruby rubs away memories I held
Hiding smiles
Of when I left
Decaying leaves leave a sting
In an orchestra of dieing trees
My eyes catch the green
Seeing without caring
obsolete obsessions overtake me
Swelling into my vision
©joypond
J