Dying Flower

Dying Flower

By Renee’

Like a flower

But not a flower

No one cares

When its petals wrinkle and fall

And the petals lie discarded at the roadside

But although most are unmoved

I constantly think about this sadness

The tangle of wounded tendrils

My mournful eyes, full of sleep

About to open

Yet still in a dream

Ten thousand miles away

In search of love

Do not pity the flower that wilts and dies

For she now gives forth her seeds

And the garden will grow again

Now, after the morning rain

Drop after drop reminds me of my parted lover's tears

What's left?

A pond full of broken hearts

Seeking the new birth of spring

So my love can flower again