#three piece

A ground where my mark can be pressed.

A cortège of cute fairies

Dancing to forgotten tunes.

“Dewdrops cymbals and flute lilies,

Would you like to join us?”, she croons

A welcomed gift, a peaceful rest

And I go willingly even

If I know I can’t be seen

Or keep up with them Light-made beings;

They dance freely with open wings.

Feels like rain on my burning skin

A place to start anew for all.

Here, the future looks bright:

A peaceful field only half lit,

The careful rays of summer light,

To taste every instant of it

On each one of their new petals.

And I bloom too, alongside them.

Both blooming wonderfully,

Dangerously, vigorously

But also blooming so slowly.

I follow daisies devoutly

I was afraid of the setting sun.

I took my sweet time to adjust,

High above the small world of men;

But now I wake up early just

To see it rise anew again,

That wool being everyday spun.

These last quiet moments of dew

Are my new idea of peace.

I watch as the young flowers bloom,

My brutal anguishes decrease,

let myself fall for their perfume.