Nonesense in a Death

between clouds of storms
and golden lining

among forest green of scenes
to love in spring

I listened to voices
in my madness...rises

How so saddened
by whispering of lover's pain

the perfume scent of winds
changes into death

forever becomes goodbyes like burning flesh

now I  walk on scattered petals
spread upon my tracks
of printed lives

like tear drops tattooed on faces
of lost

 I am  in these mystery of amore ..to love....from plays..
Like a Madame Butterfly's tongue
of Love

I am sad
I am tired 
I am angry  at my peace
I am angry at my good