been staring at
my own reflection
in the meadow
for a while,
almost forgot
what reality is
what mortality is
I am nothing but an apparition
in the translucent water
yet nothing -
not money, lust, love, hunger, greed -
can take me away
from the mesmerizing, healing
portrait Gaea has painted
of me
in her sweet waters
I'll stay here
'til my untimely death,
nourish the soil
where my corpse with lay
and a flower in my name
will bloom.
