Christened by feathered leaves

softly settle

a silhouetted sleeping figure slowly covered

peaceful, watchful

endings.

And I dream of purity

recklessly desolated

by quickly moving creatures for whom

roses have long lost their scent.

Fading visions sinking;

descend into quick

sand, heart beats ever faster

arteries of revolving worlds caught

in silver gravity.

Mayhap we are less a cruel world when

snowing sends windy spirals

to slow.