Crimson Reverie
- Krystle Kelley
- May 3
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 31
A hush of silk, a breath of wine,
petals brushed with dusk’s design.
Deep and bold, yet soft as lace,
a whispered touch, a quiet grace.
Against the pale, they rise and lean,
a melody in muted sheen.
Each curve a sigh, each fold a dream,
rooted where the echoes gleam.
No hurried bloom, no fleeting fire,
but steady as a heart’s desire.
Unmoved by time, untouched by storm,
a beauty vast, serene, and warm.
Not reaching, only being still,
as petals bow and shadows spill.
A moment caught in crimson light,
a bloom that lingers past the night.
Sincerely, Krystle Kelley
