The apple blossom that was

the scent of your hair,

the tint that lit up

every mournful evening sky

could only emanate from

your softly glistening skin.

 

I had hoped one day to wrap

you up and hold you tight

so, no harm should ever befall you.

 

My flower amongst the grasses.

My bloom amongst the stems.

 

I wanted to sigh and

watch your soft seed

fly to the ends of the world,

forever to live on.

 

If only you had not departed this

earthly domain so soon,

my lost flower.