Beauty of Decay

Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip
Sigh by sight of sign
Simply; attacked by ones own ship.

Petals purple as late summer plums
Brushed through with velvety crushed crimson...
Into another dimension, the mind succumbs
Locked up within Poetic Prison

Budding out kohl hips
Stamens forming squashy rounds
Acorns all sporting white washed tips
Grouped fearlessly between bright and colourful sound!

Singing to my lonely ear, "Luna... Luna, Love!!!"
"Luna dance your jig, again. Dance in joy with your faeries"
"Forsake of it- that Hypocrite's Dive..."
"Dance your dance once again atop those sacred quarries."

Feeling your Soul enveloped by
Love for the Old and love of the New
All negative thoughts and memories... I cast them awry!!
Begin an idea's start ever so slights off cue.

Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip
Sight by sign of sighs
Simple,as one.., attached at the hip