She holds the shiny red apple
In her hands
It makes her skin glow
Like snow
Today we found some rusty
Silver spoons in a drawer
We would like to polish them
But like the way that they
Look used
Loved
Treasured
Standing on the edge of the rocks
Like a portal into a different world
The candles have been burning
For a while
The wax builds up
Is reflected in the mirror
Somewhere
A man carries a cello
She giggles
We are in the frozen church
Well
Not really we dream it
Like we dream of galloping on a horse
Over a wind swept beach
Or sailing a ship out to sea
The peacock sings
All is burnt
All is burnt
But here she is
The essence of life
Carrying the first fruit
Of the fall.
