I’m waiting
Like the daughter lily before the rising dawn
Tightly wound, bound, lowered to the ground
My leaves are like iron, eyes of rust
A layering of volcanic dust
My love, what happened
Catastrophic collapse silent as the moon
Ash in every pore, wilting every bloom
And yes, my love, I’m waiting
For you to rise again and bath my world
As I am the flower, you the sun
My distant, dearest one.