~ ~ Scent 10.

on a winters damp morning,
the midnight rain stops as the timid flower
endures calmly through the cold wave.

in between the silently sparkling stars,
i gaze at the clouds floating above.
the layer of mist with
a sheer woody orchid scent,
like a cashmere blanket on my shoulder.

as i step through the airy fog,
a shadow covered in lavender haze
walked past my shoulder swiftly.
it disappeared into the dark,
but its scent still lingers.

i lay my hands on the steamy clouds.
a warm but clear breath,
the scent of an everlasting evening breeze.
with wispy cirrus thats melting in my palms.

the scent warmed my frozen hands;
a fuzzy ball of musk,
and a dash of vanilla along with burnt sugar,
like biting into a freshly-made cream puff.

the clouds smell like velvet dreams.
the dreams i have
when i sleep on my fluffy pillow
filled with soft feathers.
i smell the juicy pears
and mellowbergamots.
a dream that i dont want to
ever wake up from.