• Velvety, lavender petals descend Gaia’s mane;
    Your dainty toes dancing above lake of floral spectrum,
    Yet each shade’s aroma alike:
    Life, innocence, the new.

    Paired jewel of deepest auburn, engraved upon your beaming visage,
    Glimmering earnestly,
    Reflecting,
    Yet not reflecting
    Apollo’s earthly form,
    That which is too magnificent to gaze
    When rising from beneath azure quilts,
    His face lifting from white, feathery pillows.

    White, such as the austere evening gown you don;
    Translucent are its petite, frilly sleeves,
    Revealing your soft, round shoulders
    And outstretched, spread hands of a child.

    Your prancing feet twirl beneath cotton gown;
    Only you are here,
    Alone yet not lonely,
    Here in this haven.

    Leaping into effloresce,
    White falling gracefully upon rainbow;
    Snuggling warmly amongst the aroma,
    Your auburn jewels slowly concealed beneath chests of slumber,
    Dreaming of Hera, the peacock.

    Chronos strokes your head of ebony silk,
    And a decade passes;
    You are now I.

    The chests creak open,
    Revealing undulled jewels after years of slumber.
    I awake, not in the once brightly lit and colourful meadow,
    But in a dead wood;
    Consumed by entity darker than ash;
    Erebus unpersonified and ubiquitous,
    Concealing the pilfered Apollo;
    Seemingly endless and deceased forestry replace remnants of Gaia.

    My eyes search frantically,
    Searching for everybody and nobody,
    Only to find Erebus,
    For even jewels cannot shine without light.
    And these jewels
    Can no longer reflect such,
    Can no longer reflect, and thus shatter
    Into mosaic shards, too small to be held,
    And these pieces
    Trickle down my tense cheeks, and quivering lips.