As Time Fades Like An Evening.... Flower Poem by RIC BASTASA

four days in morbidity
and there is only one question there

what is life? in that dark box
you hear the time clicking and

you imagine a very beautiful flower
glowing petals of light

a green stalk soft as a meadow
some dew of coldness hanging on its lonely leaf

and then it wilts in your short gaze
and you are neither the sun or the moon

but a plain spectator
your eyes have no tears for it

there is only that unspoken loneliness
which has reached that tip of joy

you are silent and then you nod
as time fades like
an evening.