Vivid

Vivid blossoms of pink and purple,
Seperated from their source, they fell,
In the absolute silence of an empty world,
Admist heaven, visions of a softer hell,
And forgotten, they lay on the ground,
Till the recall, of whence they came,
Dissolving into the terrestrial cloud,
Till all color merged to become the same,
Now a pedestal, then a bubbling stream,
Fear becomes the mutation of the dream,
Glory played her silent hand and tempted,
A rise to a higher source, attempted,
And where do they go within the void,
These vivid blossoms of pink and purple...