I've killed my hyacinth
And then set it aflame
Wind discard these ashes
Take them to the south
To the fields of tobacco
And trees of ripe peaches
Take them to the sea
To the endless ebb and flow
And the passionate crashes
Take them to my dreams
To the pastel flower fields
Where I am whole again
And his blood to turn to flesh again
To look me deeply in the eyes
And show me he understands
That I was lost and carried away
By the hasty north wind
That will usher him sweetly home
And ever since I've been fighting
To be able to let love back in
My hyacinth is out there
He'll grow in my soft glow
And I will do the same