Renovation

You wear new dreams now,
The cut stones were gossiping --
They get bored staring into
The multiplexes in the sky.

You pin new shapes to your skirt,
The apples were laughing,
When I told them of the brooches,
I made for you.

You sing an octave sweeter now,
The nightingales are jealous --
I naturally inquired when I heard
Their raw silences.

You found boreal perfumes,
The butterflies were missing,
And the flowers are complaining
Of your lack of ethics.

I wish I had half the voice,
And twice the courage,
To beseech your eyes,
And find whether I survived
The renovation.

Image Source: Juliette Crane