Blossoms
Blossoms
more perfect than perfection
grow by a cold gray rock
far away
yet near
hearts are weary
tears shed on earth
dampen the ground
near the cold gray rock
raw winter
wind howls
hearts moan
spring rain
beautiful flowers rise
and search for you
more perfect than perfection
grow by a cold gray rock
somewhere in the middle of California
far away
yet near
hearts are weary
seventy times seven
tears shed on earth
dampen the ground
near the cold gray rock
where you left us
raw winter
wind howls
hearts moan
for you
spring rain
beautiful flowers rise
and search for you
embracing remnant thoughts.
Lori Hay
April 10, 2006
April 10, 2006