This is a poem I came up with recently, reflecting on the presence of one’s loved ones. Sillage is a French word for “wake” and, in perfumery, it means the scent trail a fragrance leaves behind as the wearer moves. I chose to represent that intangible feeling of assurance and peace through the medium of scent. I hope you like it.
Sillage
Your scent permeates the garden
overpowering the soft jasmine
It floats around me wherever I go
The first and most important note.
Even as I turn my head
To hide a shy smile
It lingers in my breath.
The bloom of it is dazzling
A blanket fort with pillows
So soft, I float on clouds.
It reminds me of that time
You kissed my fingers playfully
The artful laughter resembling
Minims rising from maestros.
Thus is my life:
When I close my eyes
You drift before me.
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