Floating Phenomena Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Jasmine has taken the senses
Below the living star and sun
Where I have myself and no one
There, as they gather these petals and dreams
Come together then scatter
I find darkness and color birthing
Sounds and souls alike
Breathless and born, they reach
And there, just above the mornings dew
Just above the devil’s due
Jasmine and hyacinths take form
And those once dreams fall to nightmares
As they surround and devour
Those awake and helpless to perfection lost
As I stand beneath the sight of wind and caution
Wishing them good nights and farewells
Good night and fare…. well