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.
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