The Orchid Of Waning Dreams

By Caitlyn Brianna Fernandez

I’ve never lived a single life,

Tapestries of stories are woven into my mind,

Words spill from my mouth as leaves do in autumn, 

They fall, then die.

I’ve walked where Gods have trod,

High above the golden horizon,

And yet I’m torn between different worlds.

Sheaves of brown embrace the trees,

Immortality gilded within their veins.

Pages of my life archived in a pantheon,

My fate carefully inscribed.

The wind howls hauntingly, almost like a pained groan.

Mist spreads over the orchid of fallen souls, their inhabitants a mystery.

The trees — they bear austere fruits,

A bite so rich with divinity.

The seas shelter iridescent mermaids,

The skies hold dragons on high,

Dainty fairies flit on whimsical flowers,

The Gods watch over, amusement in their eyes.

Autumn fades, rain follows,

Drops glisten on the dewy leaves, washing me away.

And from my distant reverie I awake.

By Caitlyn Brianna Fernandez