of a dying sun

flowers of iron I rust flowers of glass I shatter flowers of Jade I lust flowers of crimson I tower I watch the rays of the sun break over harshly the glade I pick you tenderly, cress you gently I crush them upon my face I drink the nectar I suck the pollen dry I watch the sun pool in the cool noon flowers drop fall into the pond I lick the stains of the dried rain the milk of the beast the winds come from the east flowers of iron thorns of glass stems thick riddled with Jade pushing In pure endless earth I wash over you the petals of a delicate hue you a raw power of earth and rebirth godly creatures flowers of iron flowers of glass flowers a wash in the harsh rays of a dying sun jaded thorns prick now it is done now for bitter rains now it has begun