A friend just passed on news about this exquisite sounding new fragrance of the night.
It has a poem that goes along with it:
I wanted to write one in response…
My heart whose petals keep fading, lover can you smell
the pall of death on me?
I’m the white star come morning.
Remember my scent in the night,
what joys we had?
The light of darkness a violet
cloak for our tears?
And now this crumpled stain,
my heart, my voice,
an echo through the empty house
as sun rises.
JL Williams 2011 www.jlwilliamspoetry.co.uk
This all feels just right somehow with Halloween around the corner! Proper gothique.