Sweet scent
of rotten leaves
which linger, lonely,
upon dark paths.

Captured by moonlight
blackened roses
tempt the night
with their clotted perfume.

Grass glows emerald
in the face of the moon,
dew like onyx
rests upon blades
tempting insects
to drown in their droplets.

Withered daisies
beg for sunlight
but their golden cries
echo back into gloom
of a darkened garden
through which
I wander
wondering when
I'll be with you.

15/6/08

Viola Grey

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