Lime iris' intake
the finale of heaven's
mirage performance.

--

Starburst lightning shards
immolate themselves to the
cold, green earth below.

--

I awaken to
a teal rose bloom in the sky.
It's petals kiss me.

--

Buried in the snow
of wax candles, my heart has
somehow faded white.

--

Lush feather drops of
lavender and sepia
bury the desert.

--

Once again, the air
surrounding is soft blue and
dried oil pastels.

--

My lips have become
sublime spider webs contrived
to capture lost wings.

--

There are no more off-
white walls to write the final
stanzas of my poem.