Rose petals will fall onto your pillowing arms

Bathed in milk and honey.

Scars will fade into mementos

A roadmap to a past you healed from.

Darling, rest your head on barren grounds

And watch as daffodils bloom.

Golden petals stretching ever outwards

Into the rich violet;

the sun will shroud every bleak crevice.

You will let the salt settle on your skin like dusk

Tracing hope on the tip of your tongue.

It will bring you to days like spring

Dancing in pink aurora

Draping you in longing

For better days are coming.

– Arian Lusanta