Petals

Petals fall
from the high vase
scattered in the wind's eye.
Recombinant colours
pattern a phantasm
falling, flailing, feigning
blue veins,
red arteries,
yellow pollen
glittering like leaves
torn from old books,
the crowns of fabulous ghosts.
Omni-coloured eye-bytes
have laden me asleep.
The sparkling dust
sings jubilation
in its haul of light.