Wrapped in flowers of lost love,
her body drifts in aqua,
only memories to accompany,
her soul carries the weight in quanta,
yearning for peace in the sky above.
Red is the colour of blood and of water,
glistening under the boulders,
shoving her body subtly,
flower petals ‘neath her smoulder,
thorns like dagger ready to slaughter.
But tis her final journey of bliss,
departing from all the desires,
and putting off her soul’s fires,
she floats into the abyss.
Brooke Shaden photography
a. b. x. b. a. . . c. d. x. d. c. . .e. f. f. e.