Reflections of time long past

Droplets of sand in a dessert sea

Blackness awakens the nightbird

She hears the wind calling out

Echoing memories of freedom

Feeling her true spirit call

Misty wails bellowing out over the horizon

Beckoning...beckoning...

She dreams of that feeling again

It’s weak but still there

That hazy poignant fragrance of selflessness

Smelling of death and peonies

Delicious, forbidden, foreboding

What does it mean?