You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree...
Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...
Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September...
Spring's bringing leaflets
developing their flowers...
You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...
Night falls
and with it silence is broken...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...
Reared in bloody fields
Encourages a new hope...
Delicate colorful butterflies interlace
With each direction turned they flutter...
Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
When you were a baby
Just a small little sprout...