Send me flowersWhile I am livingDon’t wait untilI am goneNo sweet wordsThat paint the airHanging there waitingTo fallNo kisses to turn me awayTo look for youWhen the moon comes outTo dance with the starsSend meSo when the blossoms fadeAnd the leaves rot to mushI can return them homeTo the grave, cold ground~

I count the beadsThat sit on my wristOne by oneI never think to lookWhere I beginOr finish,I just count.The glass is coolSmooth in my fingertipsBlue of the oceanThe sky, aquamarineSoothingTranquility~

Pearls off a broken stringClatter to the groundGathered againIn a white ceramic bowlPlaced on a shelf~

Frost embraces pane of glassSunlight’s kiss the sameLike a rose breakingThrough an egg shellThe glass remains~

Breathing out, breathing inSeeing fish and letting them swimLooking out the window, looking inSearching tomorrow and everywhere I have beenLike a spring breeze you pass through meSun burst through the cloudsEvery drop of rainYou are gone again~

Soft petal crimsonTouched by dewdropsKissed by morning sunIn silence bornUnfolding with wingsButterflies and spring breezesFragile breathless beauty~

Stone finds its placeAt the river’s bottomBetween the water and sandCurrent surges and swirlsStone moves unexpectedlyTo tumble and turnThen find its place once againAt the river’s bottomBetween the water and sandDoes the stone shape the water around itOr does the sand and water shape the stone?~

I watched the blades of grassDip and bend with the windThe clouds flap like drying sheetsOn the line – constant movementWild flowers scent the airWoven into my hair, my fingersI lay back watchingIn silent reverieThe birds sang sweetly todayAnd a grasshopperKissed my kneeBefore leaping awayStill dark nightStars brightly shineShower down in streams of lightHeart beats…

Hand opened on the bed,Sunlight on the palmNothing to hold ontoNothing to graspLeigh coming and goingHere and thereSun rises over the roof tops,Pale yellow lightSpills through frosted windowAnother morning~

Snow falls in hushed silenceI watch one snowflake in effortless laborDrift to the soft emerald boughsOf cedars and pinesThe window fogs as I leanToo close to the glassThe cold creates an intricate designThat takes on life of its ownCrystals spreadingCreating breath taking laceTo dress the pane of glassI shrug my coat onAnd enter this snow…

Sun rises over the roof topsPale, yellow light spills throughThe spidery frost on the window.Another morning.Hand opened on the bed,Sunlight in the palmNothing to hold on toNothing to graspLight coming and goingHere and thereCaught in the crystal,Hanging in the corner of the windowShattered light is paintedOn the bare walls.Even colour is elusiveAs the sun climbs…

Hush loveI can hear you comingLike a whisperOn the windAs the water cradlesThe lotus bloom~