A withered petal between the pages,
Is frozen into dust.
A brittle existence before my eyes
That crumbles in the dusk.
A slow sweetness invades my nostrils
Like the dampness of musk.
A fleeting vision crosses my mind;
And its motions suspend.
I navigate my heart and find
A slow evolving trend:
Its me and pain that memories bind
Till heart or life may end.