Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...

You melted your every wish for me,
molding a small outlook of our love...

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...

Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

Evolving time decays around your touch
months of raspy birth breaking through...

Where could you be,
oh frazzled piece...

I am the soul of this town,
feeding ostracized families...

The fire through the demeanors of others
puts my rising thought to shame...

We are all called to live a holy life
whether by taking vows of celibacy...

What would happen
if all our decisions...

She entrusted billowing notes
to be interpreted by migrants...

Do you know?
Before I succumb to wandering skies...