One more piece

The first time I saw them was when the tree's shedded their silk,

Holding the others hands and breathing in the world.

When their white, loose clothes

Fluttered in the breeze,

When their raven hair fell heavily against their backs and forehead,

I almost breathed in the calmness and prosperity

Of their contented minds.

Everything from the

Amaryllis's tucked gently behind their ears

And the Gloxina's spilling from their pockets,

To their long lashes and forgiving mouths,

To the deep gray shade of their eyes;

Nothing would dare try and hide the truth

And peace

And love.

While I memorized the details on their face

Their almost toxicly honest and pureness

Graced my mind.

When the wind snatched them up

And they left me all alone

I knew a piece more.