a dying flower
i am
in the garden of love
mourning for that which is
now lost.
so tell me
my dear dead heart
if ever i shall find a heart
as good as you?
so tell me
my dear lost soul
if ever another part of you is going
to fly again?
and tell me
if the fire that is inside
will ever cease to exist
because then i will know
that my dear dead heart
is now gone...
