Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet
And brazen scent of countless flow'rs
Awoke inside of you a darkened sleep
Of dreams dug deeper than the soil.
Oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!
What hope have we who wait in life,
Who sit and pray and watch for your next breath?
Our hope can only reach for ends -
To wit, to see you wake and meet a mind
Too keen to weed a garden clean -
For we exhaled when you breathed in that breeze,
And flowers wreathe your sleeping form.
For Dwale
Literally no combination of words could ever do justice, but I'm made entirely of compulsions, so I don't really have a choice but to try.
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