When I see the flowers
beside you...

Here seeds grow
in rotten lands, to plant and sow...

I…
(you know...

I still had so much to say
between our stunted farewells...

Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...

When we write a bridge
between our worlds...

you open your eyes
like the flowers that follow...

I wait, amongst snow,
for the warmth of distant light...

The palette
of our speech...

When I saw you
in that place so far from pain...

I wonder
if you can fly me...

when i saw you (and your shadow)
, you were as distant...