Sunflower Girl
I see myself on the edge of a cliff in a flowery meadow. Off ahead is a small pond, just enough to drown a life. Her eyes still stare skywards from beneath the glass surface. Far above a whitened cloud immitates the dance of the humming bird. I'm still looking down. A stretch below to a surface of shards, crystal shards pointing in every direction, and every direction up. The sunflowery meadow whispers words of courage and feats of impossible creation. The pond ripples the message cueing the clowds whom darken immediately and begin to thrash, the thrash of the tormented torturer throwing sparks like blood from horizon to horizon and all around. All around but never beneath. In every shard the dim glow brightens with every spark. In symphony a hundred thousand million but one sunflowers turns elegantly gently and faces the pond with a slightly exaggerated droop. A shard cracks and joins a spark with the cloud who halts and pales to a grimy grey, puffing the whisps from its brow and the stare from its mouth. Ten hundred thousand million but ten petals from a sunflowery meadow detach with a shrill scream and flutter momentarily before a blast of air sends them chaotically hurling in every direction but none land facing the cloud. Whom retreats prior a sudden immense lunge at the crystals who recoil, absorbing the fluffy mist while melting to a lilac ocean. I tread towards the lonely solemn stem. Reaching out with both hands I gently remove the flower from atop. It cries not at all, though the petals gloomily sag while the yellow pigment thickens to a fierce fireless red. At the edge I prop my head back allowing the tear to roll off the side of my face, dangling for a moment on my lobe before falling silently away. Closing my eyes, tightening my lips, curing my trembling cheeks. I cast out the single silent sunflower siren. It windmills a spiral path, spinning far enough away. A thunderous explosive impact sends a current of air blasting me back. A tsunami rises up and up long before I lose sight of the crest I plunge backwards tumbling over and over finally piercing the lilac ocean without a sound.
And like an angel her body glides softly down gently arresting upright in a field of upturned petals, where upon she giddily titters blushing first before deliquescing with the petals and finally the whole meadow.
And I descend to rest abottom this purple haze, my lungs retire and my soul disembarks. Forever peace, forever silence, forever my sunflower girl.