Blind Vision Poem by jodde taylor

Gently,
your sounds of roses,
crushed, by falling rain
crying moon.

Sweetly,
waiting, holds time,
a raging, minute
eats away perfume.

Hush,
in the wind,
as a memory, passes through,
blind visions,
worn upon truth.

Beauty,
these foundations,
prey into madness,
sealing fates,
seizing length.

Height,
tearing, away dreams,
too high to see,
an influenced, season
so blind, was the need in me...