Here, the flowers
that you waited for
so longingly
once clasped so tightly
to themselves
secrets
of the self
now blossoming
into knowing
all their hidden-ness
open to the bees
that hum
this evening
into being.
Here, now, the secret
is known
and your death blooms
bleeds into this sunset.
Here, the flowers
have opened
that you so wanted to see
(and had hoped that life would offer this one last favour)
that I
see for you now
in a blur of flowers and tears
flowers
&
tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, beautiful, wonderfully lovely....Scarlett