One tragic tiger
lily's bowing blossom,
Hugs my sun kissed window;
Tragic.
Beautiful.
That shrinking blossom crouches,
Pathetic in the absence of light,
Mad. Beautiful
- whose heart and
Spirit songs
Have long gone from this world;
Tragic accident.
I must have left them
Out there;
By the
Fiercest petals blooming;
At the spiral's
Seething edge;
Where the dying stars
Never cease their singing











