Moonlight Dwelling

I am like a delicate flower
That is crushed so easily
Pluck my petals from my stem
Pull them all off
Break my stem in half
Crushed under your feet
Flowers sway in the wind
Bent by the breeze
Watch the petals
As they float away
Into the sun
Until it is no more
Go away
Go away
Cease to exist
Gone in a blink of an eye

By Barbara Desmond