silence reigns, sitting on clouds of golden thought it whispers rather than musics songs sans end holds its tongue at moments clock mimics cuckoo..  turning keys are both well come friend or - farewells whilst kaleidoscopes collaborate  far beyond  space speakers talk of seasons,...

From living,  to memory,  to dust,  to forgotten.    My beloved, so many pictures, so pretty your grave, so sadly forgotten.    From heat of blushes, to the cold of death, to existing in memory only, to forgotten dust in the wind. 

Only certain speciesthrive in poor conditionsvivid with colorresilient in survivalwith large petal earsto provide shade andmagically bloom tusks the color of ivorywho hold onto memories and tailscherishing their youngwith their trunk handsothers playful in black and white stripes each...