The Ascension of the Vision (Held Captive in Water) by Sarah Angelise

In dream you saw me arise
My heart alight
Evaporating into the perfect powder pearl blue skies
Escaping the bed of darkening night
that awaited the heaviness of my dress

Beneath the bow and branches of the willow tree
you found the mirror of me

As the River of truth washed over my body
in a rush of trickling tears
The hours sank like anchored notes of sorrow
forever tying me to that bank
And with each current of heartbeats another part of us sank

And as the rain of your thoughts fell upon my watery grave
You gathered all the flowers that were laid upon me
and tied them into a wreath
From violets now to poppies
Gifting me a halo of beauty
as you felt it now your duty
to hide the horror beneath your grief
of my soul ascending from water
now cold, dark and deep
From the virtues of violets to the blood of the poppies