I bury my eyes deep in the clouds
Not until the flowers hit my body
Do I realize, a tree has borne
Memories like teardrops
The tears of approaching winter
Ringing and reverberating as they fall
Beneath the tree my mind wanders
Encircled by a thousand fierce winds, my ears filled with noise
But only you are unblurred and soundless
A tree amongst trees
You stand alone, gaze far ahead, and
Bloom abundant black flowers, hard as iron
In the mist and clouds I
Go my way amongst fellow travelers
Day after day shrouding the past
The past sparkles and glitters, shakes and stares
Forgotten are the more profound
Curses from another life
They glint and flare in the deepest tide of the night
Weak and feeble like your name
When I am finally woken by falling petals
A new life will have already begun. . . .