the heaven i chase
like the summer bee
far of reach; far from me
may spring a bud morning dew
a flower blossoming from thy heart
like sampaguita pure and white
springs within breath
comes with it death
i taste then i chase no more
the earth, the trees, the grasshoppers breathe
i breathe
decay
i decay
in the realm of time and space
spring of breath and death
i drink
i feast
i walked away