press this night
between the pages of your book,
like a phantom rose,
dry moonbeams
tracing brittle contours
of fleeting stars,
light that will crumble at a touch,
the faint suggestion of a lost fragrance,
an epitaph to a love
that blossomed too soon.
THOUGHT PURGE 
I suspect that many loves bloom too soon…
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Beautiful! What a lovely concept, to press this memory between the pages of a book, like a flower.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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a love blossoming too soon, there is a sense of sadness of wilting, we both had a book in mind..interesting
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Thanks Truedessa… unable to access your link though.
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This is captivating…and oh, those loves that blossom too soon, never having a chance to truly grow. A beautiful quadrille.
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Thank you Mish..
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Oh, MY. Gorgeous, gorgeous image, pressing the night between the pages of a book. WOW.
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Thanks so much. Glad you liked it!
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Now this is gorgeous. 🙂
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Thank you Kim.
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This is so beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you Josslyn 🙂
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Oh, pressed flowers! Even as a little girl, I though there was something so sad about them, like they were ghosts of their former selves. Thank you for this.
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Thank you Freya!!
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A love that blossomed too soon! Exquisite, Thot!
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Thank you Walter 🙂
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love that image of “press(ing) this night between the pages of your book”
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Thank you Bryan.
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This is just so beautifully written… love it
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Thank you 🙂 Glad you liked it.
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Very delicate, it is like a pressed flower, lovely.
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Thank you Sarah..
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“an epitaph to a love
that blossomed too soon.”
~ Awee, that’s too bad. There are things that were meant to remain just a bittersweet memory… Lovely piece. 🙂
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Thanks so much Maria. 🙂
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Some blossoms should simply be admired, not picked…an evocative epitaph.
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True! Thank you Lynn.
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I love the idea of pressing memories into the pages of a book, like flowers that we want to preserve. This night seems bittersweet though…
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Bittersweet indeed as endings sometimes are… thanks so much!
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Wonderful how it brought to mind the flowers that I used to press in books. Exceptional images, as always!
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Thank you Jilly. Appreciate your response greatly.
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I love the thought of pressing nights between the pages of someone’s book. An epitaph to a love that blossomed too soon – sadness in this and wistfulness yet so very romantic in the thoughts of it.
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Thanks so much Toni. Glad you liked it.
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I love the metaphor of that phantom rose, a love blossoming too soon. A lovely share thotpurge !
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Thanks so much Grace!
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The title fits the fragility of the theme so well.
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I did see that you had linked to dVerse, so I linked you.
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Thanks so much. Because of the time difference, the prompt gets published midnight my time, so it’s late by the time I get around to linking my poem. Appreciate your help greatly!
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Thank you Victoria.
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I love the image of capturing the images, the moonbeam of the night… I think you have captured so much more than the petals of a rose in my book.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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i love ‘brittle contours’ and ‘faint suggestion of a lost fragrance’… 🙂
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Thanks so much 🙂
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