Tender balm of nights forever

color, David Hockney, Day Lilly, drawing, dreams, Flowers, Lilly

lillys

Regime formed
and angels carved,
with weathered freeze;
lay down.

They stare from stone
unmoved, eyes glazed;
toward them.

Knowing the end,
sentimentality and
forever cries, of wilt.

The birth never shown,
mirrored and viewed;
with six handed grips.

Release your lips
and sip my kiss,
lay lambs in flowers;
tender balm of
nights forever.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

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