To the song of the wind
you whispered away,
Petals burst and fell,
And laid a carpet colour,
And we danced,
Breath to breath,
as the sun dazzled, decayed
upon the day,
It was the night most feared,
Fingertips rushing, then still,
A smile of eternal summer,
And boundless memory,
A heartbeat ago,
And the longest silence,
Not a leaf murmured,
Your anger against
black was beautiful!
© Michael Garrad October 2010
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