Fern Mackenzie - Roxanne's Dried Flowers

Roxanne, wreathe me in dried flowers
Roxanne, I wanna be in your glass drop

Gleaming gloss top
Of the skull that you found
My ashes flutter down
In the warm light of the evening

Roxanne can you recall? That night in the bath
How I grabbed you by the ankles and I folded you in half

The echo of your laugh is tumbling through my memory
But the ephemery
Lilting lotus
Wilting into embers

Roxanne, I wanna sleep in your arms again, my friend
While you dream of gentle icemelt

Written by:
Fernando Mackenzie

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