Daisies

 

I hear the daisies as they echo my refrain,

giving a chorus to the one I will not name.

Does she love me, does she love me not?

They sing in harmony as their petals drop off

shaking free from my unsteady hand,

to rejoin the land from whence they came.

The beat of my pain sounds out so loud

rattling through my chest achingly

as I sit listening to the wind

rushing through the clouds.

 

The stems of grass

creak in the blustery air,

whilst the petals lay there singing.

I’m watching the words carefully

as they delicately dance.

Is it love or just a friendly stance?

I can only let my heart advance 

if I know

within that tomb 

that contains my soul.

 

I question the sky that lays above me.

I ask the land beneath

if it has heard her talking in her sleep.

I listen to the lilting sweep of the weeping willow

as it gently speaks,

but no definitive answers seem to seep,

or maybe I’m just not listening as deeply as I need.

Does she love or does she not?

Is it worth a shot?

Or should I put down cupids bow

and let him fire it off?

If I miss, would I regret?

Or if I say all of this, will it

end in my heart dying a death?

I take a long breath

and sing some more

to the petals that I drop on the floor.

 

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