and it came with the night pt1

...and it came, with the night. A lingering scent of her perfume, the onslaught of a fragrance only the sister of rain could hold against her body, the olfactory touch maintaining the serenity inside, reminding the soul of forgotten hemispheres of the mind. A path leading to past pleasures too secret to remember and even harder to forget, a sacred pattern in the ivy.  A chlorophyll heart with Eden blood from a sacred arbor. A tree of life. Where we carved our names in long dead languages. ...and it came, with the night. Echoing throughout dormant ravines, abandoned rivers where aqua repents against hydrogen rather than live as a whisper, the chaos of a world being torn to halves, madness chained to glass, waves breaking on jeweled shores where the last footprints of her would wash away, the unique sound of a drowning heart, pulsing slower with the retreating tide. A psalm with no title. Hymns no angel would sing,  the ending notes of our favorite song ...and it came, with the night.