Somewhere in the dark gloom
Is a place where the flowers bloom
We shall meet again perhaps
In the blue light of the moon's presume
I may not know where it roots
It has already gone through it's doom
The flowers blossom, it's vital slay
Now and here my words shall loom
It will not ache, it may not yearn
Whatever the case, it shall not fume
Invite it again but as a friend this time
Thus, here I stay as of it's boom