Aurora’s Blossom

A picture stays inside my head

Like some pictures do 

A hazy mix of black and white

with blends of earthly hue

Appearing for a fraction

disappearing like mist

In time returning

to renew a secret tryst

By soft light it traps

the border of myth and truth

A maze of specks and splotches

Extraordinary to look

But They do not see

For They are colour blind

And with its soft outlines

The picture goes unnoticed

A beam that splits in two

Rejoins, lovingly entwined

Around Aurora’s blossom

And then dissolves

blends into the night infinite

And all that remains is That vision 

That bud on the rose

trapped in prose