Dark Flowers Beckon

I broke the heavens with a smile
That fashioned forth a thunderstorm.
What once was love could still beguile,
And memories take shapely form.

She moved like clouds upon the sky;
A floating dream of carefree bliss.
Within her heart I’d simply die
If I could not have her dearest kiss.

Words were whispers; sweet and clear
And in within the night we’d hide.
All of love’s creation near,
Darkness would at last subside.

Morning was a smile renewed.
Flowers; lovers not pursued.