Veiled curtains flow,
wrapped in spiral winds of confusion
this darkened breeze will know
how storm clouds breed illusion
this empty room so torn by the storms of yesterday
tempest dreams to blow,
teacups filled with dripping memories
whirlwinds moving slow
stir the walls with jaded tapestries
and roll the river wild when the treetops start to sway
a winter garden grows
lush with flowers of uncertainty
moonlight tangled in the throes
with the winding vines of jealousy
and tend the bitter nectar deep inside
falling petals filled with wounds
hide their fragrance from eternity
for the beauty never blooms
in the rain of insecurity
and the rainbow never shines in darkened skies
