Pulchritude And Presence

Ghost and rose symbols,
are carved on to tender flesh,
in the howling night
The old time religion is
no longer present.
so we have to reinvent
the ways of the past.
I detect fragile Beauty
in that singer's voice.
It has a wild, otherness
about it, I feel.
She has not yet been airbrushed.
But it will not be long,
Before she will transition
to silkier realms.
Earlier,I glimpsed something
precious. It drifted
in the blue distance Alas,
I cannot yet put a
name to it. In time,perhaps
I will deem it as
inspiration to create
something vital
and new. Moonlight caresses
the flowers, just like
the Muses, that often dwell
in my psyche. The dawn
should present some clarity.