The dark beauty
Grieving my darkness
The red meat
And the blood of my sadness
Carving in the sand.
Its shadow

The scissor
Lurks in grass
Soft violently.
The buds astir
And the returning sap through the
Needles eye

But never wayward yearning
To share the string wave
Where you brought it up.
After starting then stopping
Then restarting,

Forever

Because two feelings meet
For becoming then one,
Like words entwining
To give life unto that is itself,
When the cloud flushes the wound.