Until We Know
Until We Know
Yesterday I wrote of you, baby yucca,
Born from last years’ dying parents’ brown spears.
Today I am weeping at my window;
You are gone – you are gone.
Were your spreading petals victims of last night’s storm,
Like a child in waiting never to be born,
Born into the sunshine, supported by green spears,
Never to be adored on this earth’s sands,
Your petals in heaven spread over where you touched,
Where much you were loved for a tender moment,
Leaving us here below with drowning tears,
Until we know – until we know.
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