i recollect that day so well headed southward home.
the sky was distinctly blue white clouds the shape of castles sunshine golden june.
gardenia lingered in the air i could sense your stare as i wrote on the yellowed pages reminiscing on the old sensing promise anew.
it was as i knew what the future held what life can be what death can do.
yet in the moment nothing else existed not even the darkening of the western sky or the castles turning into dungeons as the low rumble of thunder and jagged bolts grazed treetops.
only the gold and blue.
torn between the two of sun and rain i knew.
i cannot even look into the mirror anymore. i know what the inevitable has in-store.
in remembrance aroma of gardenia and rose still lingers of that june blue.
although the petals have shattered gradually one by one.