Mother Mary glows from above,
Her illuminated fragments pooling
A twilight puddle on old floorboards.

Cathedral bells welcome a wave
Of solemn haziness, the bell chime
Echoes absorbed into empty walls.

Swathed in delicate white lace satin,
You glide amongst concrete pews,
Breathing out vacant ghostly auras.

I am enclosed in your steady grasp,
A bouquet of vividly red rose aromas
Pinched from my bundled up core.

My petals rich with full spring ecstasy,
I slide through your elegant fingertips
To my new home atop the casket.

There is a lifeless mass within,
A mass that once sparked love,
A mass that once felt connection.

I am alive but doomed to wilt upon the dead.