After The Glitter Fades

See how the green vine it grows. Evening dew, moving so slow I can't begin to keep pace. Open petals close, to rest against the slopes. I feel oppressed, as I undress it is Florida's, humid heat. There is where I turn to you, as tears run down my cheeks. Feel me shiver, hold me up, against the dry green leaves. And if your longing for last words, I feel your beating heart. Deep within it beats I steal, a rising in my rising chest. Don't question me at length, to ask me why it slowly is. After the glitter fades, like the sun, I briefly shone!