All the beauty and none to paint it

All the beauty and none to paint it.
The canvas lay still
Blank in complete white,
The silence.
The fragrance of death:
The fragrance of a human cadaver lying naked,
the relics covered in moss and flowers.
Flowers that sprouted, has now escalated it’s aroma
Sinking our presence into oblivion.
Unfurled, was my red scarf
I placed it over the damp soil.
I sit under the tall teak trees
feeling the desolate, dampened earth.
It was like my heart rate been still,
To find you, lying next to me.
A desire fulfilled in utmost courtesy
Tis’ time
The graveyard will take you to sleep and I take my leave.
I left you to paint the rest of the canvas,
I ask you to rest under solitary canopies of the thick dark forest,
Until i return from my trip.
I went in search for a new shelter
An unforgiving storm seized my torso,
My eyes blinded by bright lights
My lungs struggling to breathe.
I was certainly battling my life
Fearless, determined I wouldn’t lose you.
With no qualms,
I let my body dwindle in absolute calmness.
Pensive, whether or not I will meet you in afterlife.
I assure, I will.
It was a state of amnesia
Only to wake up from a lucid dream