Bauhinia Of The Unraveled Strings Poem by William He

Bauhinia of the Unraveled Strings
By William He

Petals with whispers of invisible light,
As the translucent Flora hovers in moon-syrup,
The vividly those eyes—serene—beam like melting glass.
So spectral and sighing are the colors,
Dripping nectarous thoughts and glowing vermilion calls.
She has tasted the hush that devoured her echo,
The cyan vapor drifted sideways through mirrors,
The upper air as sapphire breathes inside clocks.
Between pink and brown,
One fluted phrase unbuttons the wind,
A roving secret rises, brims,  spills forth.

With ear-piercing highs and velvet-wrenched lows,
The Nirvan's score has been steeped in ghostwater,
Her affection unraveling from invisible strings.
The stormy time mutters in glass jars,
Her back leaves no shadow where sorrow should bloom.
The maturity of a balmy embrace drips violet from ceiling vines,
Capturing the gaze of faceless statues,
Timid buds are no longer strangers to mirrors and fog.
In her innermost heart,
The quiet dusk might resemble a sleeping violin,
She sings unscented in silent hymns of mercury and moss.