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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