I know you tuck away clippings
of chrysanthemums before...
We can't go back to the
way it was, maybe because...
When the clouds
hold your memories...
I did not greet the sun this morn
the moon and stars were my keep...
How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...
Broken, words unspoken
They say time will heal...
You think I dont know it, but amongst
Your greenhouse kisses you scent of something else...
Egg shells dance in dandelion ponds
filled with germinating tadpoles and ant horses...
The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...
You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...
In the sweetest sway; in the blurry line between
the dreamscape and the disembodied reality...
suddenly light,
and i think of your smile...