Before the Blossom Comes

Lie down on winters pillows waiting for the soft earth to mellow beneath her weight. Deep into the core of heart, beautiful air whispers song. What of it can be bore when the croaking bullfrogs no longer speak? Lie down sweet maiden, may the rest until blossoms crumble soil of which winters lullaby can cease. Held breath kept contained over crackling burning into a thousand ash. Love the heart, for fragile she is. Snapping into an eternal barrier of what lasts eons. Into the next life, becomes absorbed. Energy, he can contain savoring his last requests of what he cannot see. In saving, he has been content to continue. shaking a slight tremble until the last blossom comes in morn.