The pearl flowers are blooming and                           I’m nowhere to be seen
Tasting the shadows peering through the trees      Where I keep the death of a distant sound
The color of moonlit catastrophe                               That was fated to happen
I forgot the sound of violas                                          Like blooming buds eating at the dawn
Singing the trumpets of war reminding me that    I held you as flowers on a first date
You fit so neatly in my garden coffin fate             That eat at us like worms on laughing bones
Longer than the school day,                                       shouting At this dizzying dawn
We are dying                                                                 Wishing for the sound of soft rain
Tonight on a child’s garden path                              Fitting on its steps like wine in a solo cup
Haunted by the death of a distant sound                Staining smiles like yesterday morning