Fields of Flowers

Empty thoughts scream,
from putrid alleys that
wound to heal.
Peeling back, that part
of the sky that leads to
 saffron meadows,  the
 point of life's departure

 Autumns subtlety turning 
limbs, slender to the waist
new buds,  like rosy nipples
 teased  by the warmth 

Tall reed grass,  her golden 
hair combed as it falls over
the shoulders of the creek,
her lucid blue eyes pulling
 you in, for a soothing touch
 as fields of flowers drink fire 
from the sky.

Quietness lures me to look
 back at the moon rising
as the days gold plunges
 to her death