HOW DOES THE FLOWER SMELL

I close my eyes and picture a flower

It's lovely sepals are silky and smooth

Delicate and precious

As the smell of morning dew descends like an injured snail

A slow, sweet misty crawl from it's graces

To give a reviving therapy to my thoughts and feelings

Because all I can do is imagine

How does the flower smell

In my isolation and loneliness

It goes without scent

It is uncontacted

Reminding me of a perfume whose fragrant has vanished

As for me, it is completely inviolable

Because I see he flower but can not touch it

I can only stare and wonder

Flower, can you see me staring at you

Do you know that I see you

Are you aware that I know not your aroma

Of whether it is of love or hate

Or maybe it has the pleasant smell of tomorrow

The smell of a freedom I used to know