Blossoms

Executed in a square
I laid quite still and dead 
Hanging from the sycamore 
Blossoms fell upon my head
Pink and white little angels 
I had kept as a fleeting gift
Of the moments I would remember 
Above what I would miss
Silently whispering to the birds that stared at me
Letting go of secret lives
That once infected me
Giving what I have of song 
A farewell ballad I set free
The ghosted, shadowed wings surrounded 
Taking me away in the dusk
Spreading flowers in my wake
As they trail dust 
When I could fly no more
And my body still clung to the ground
I smiled at the liars 
Left that lifeless town