Pearly-white flower

The world is a stony place, dripping flowers 

Drooping beneath the blue canopy, kaleidoscopic visions, fusing 

Love and lust, stimulating 

Inebriated flowers with dissipated moon.

Desolate garden, fallen leaves, bleak and bare time in oblivious sea, devouring a pearly-white flower 

with surfeit and repletion.

Death startled me, looming over the crumpled trees 

With a brisk blow gently without stirring; ceased for a while near the frozen lake,

Moved on into the dark and dim forests, farthest stars,

Cloistered and forlorn without light and glimmer,

And last time I met you in the flowery valleys,

Now moving with a pale, pellucid and crystalline shadow 

Time here and hereafter, undiscovered world, alone covered with snowfall, melting mountains, and the brimless shore,

I have seen too much, the time dissipates and dissolves, 

And languishing with same night in the white winter...

Who are you?

Dark and dismal while the night is creeping like the vile vermin, sudden fall in the claustrophobic hall

What are the moments that melt, what shall I do?

What faces hover in the appalling time?

Why the white pages are yellowed and crinkled, and what are those shrouded figures hulking,

before and after, moving and unmoved...