Antiseptic Rose

Neath ashes of a twilight's nature and bodice
with a sweet scent from the persimmon groves
on silken petals of serenity's amorous negligee,
antiseptic rose, listening to the soft winds blow
through the gills of the trees as the shadow of
the moon cascades over memories whispering
to the cornets of willows sway hypnotic prose
as butterflies genuflect holding on to the rose
through the opera glasses and arias of twilight
and the wheelwrights bestow soft winds blow  
with a sweet scent from the persimmon groves