BLOSSOM OF DUKKHA
She suffers like a flower
That is withering in white
And unforgiving sunlight
And no one seems to notice
Though she walks and speaks
She might just as well be dead
For the world drained all the life
From her heart space as if she was
A specimen of tea dissolving
For the replenishment of others
Who mercilessly took when they saw
The vacant opportunity in her eyes
I stare at her and think
If only I could save you
And put you back together
And show you that the sun shines
And that this autumn ends too
If only I could, I would
Put you back together
And, if you were just a drawn figure
In someone's sketchbook perhaps
I would draw a smile on your face
To give you happiness
And give you magic to cure
All the troubles you couldn't fix before
So we could go dancing
Without your feet getting so sore
But she suffers like a flower
At the summer's end when
The only thing on her mind
Is that everything is dwindling
To their pre-told ends
And that everything must go
That no possession is truly
Possessed but released whenÂ
Time runs out and the telomere shortens
And she asks me, weakly
Whether she may have one more day
To dance under the summer sky
And to watch the sun set when it does
To dance one more time before she goes
Down the road of timidness
To get to the place she wanted to avoid
The quiet of the fir trees
The song of unseen singing birds
The place of midday shadows
And midnight lights