My strings begin to flay when your eyes move
Towards the bud, which bursts and opens smooth
With hanging dew and pressing shards of light
Sliding through the graceful green with all might.
Counting winds in days of constant toil
Spring laughs as we kill the seeds of loyal
Friends scatter as our freezing heat defends
We thrust our heart so down we do descend.
But splashing of the red fades soon above
The bleaching of our skin turns us from love
Your empty lips so far from blooming true
You say nothing that seems to comfort new.
I lean forth for that blinding velvet kiss
To find this life no longer kindles bliss.