3 a.m.

There is beauty to her darkness

A night-time thing

Lit up

Beneath a moon strewn garden

Of tangled roses and thyme

A Cashmere Queen

Stone still, she reigns

Her once beating heart, silenced

 

There was another time

Of windswept words that splashed like water

To cool the burn that seared my skin

 

I glanced away and she was gone

 

Yet this is now

She stands, stone still

Words tattooed across a shoulder

“Auribus Teneo Lupum”

and everything I had ever lost, is found

tangled in roses and thyme.

~ The Boy Next Door; The Cashmere Queen

 

 

Moments Matter

 

 

“Linger. Spent peonies remind us that spring is timeless. Old souls know this.”

~ Moments Matter ~ Grace Writes

~Design Book- Shabby Chic Interiors~ Rachel Ashwell