Tagged: flower



8-7-16 + Ennio Morricone



The sun baked my skin like ancient clay,
and I inhaled each scant breeze as if it were my last breath…
and there you stood, eyes radiating warmer than the August afternoon,
a lone flower amid the swirling dust-
I forgot in that instant about the sun,
about the heat,
and my lungs and eyes quickened at the spark of you-
I inhaled you like a lilac in spring,
and drank in the picture of your soul as if it were the last drink I’d ever take-
alive, I was,
awakened by radiance,
stunned by the simple ferocity of your countenance,
elegant and calm as a midnight star-
awake, I was then*