And he said he’d take me to where the harvest moon shines the greatest. Under the fallen, tangled tango of the leaves his blood streams a luminescent gold. I wish I could live forever in the butterfly house, where it’s always safe and warm and the fluttering of wings sing a most precious Summer’s hymn. A Dahlia flower blooms and dies, stretching her many arms wide across the seas. Her breath whistles softly with a scent of coffee, rye whiskey and long lost romance. A multitude of tears began falling and swallowed me whole. With a sharp inhale I drink the sky of rose ‘till there is only a shroud of darkness left upon the world.

And she said there’s no need to be afraid of dying ‘cause dying is just a cycle and the world is eternally revolving in the deafening darkness of the imminent abyss. The cosmos is always creation, the sun now shines more brightly than in Summer. The world is crystallised, a fragmentation of the mind’s view in a thousand different directions. White harbours all the wavelengths of colours which shine through in a array of piercing macaroon, lilac and a cruel blue cold as stone. He pulled out his beating heart and buried it deep in the dry, warm viscera of the earth. Snowdrops hang their heads and sigh a gently cry, crows leap up towards the reticent sky. I touch the bark of trees and veins burn against the skin. As I breathe a moist life into the air a robin whispers its hymn and dives into the dark hollow of my throat. His wings lift me up and I obliterate before the golden rays of heaven where I rain born anew.

The poem Autumn / Winter by Lola Noir first appeared in Synchronized Chaos.