mo(u)rn. i collect some flowers for you, my beloved, my heart still yearns to offer them to you in person the gap between life and death holds a gateless bridge i keep trying to cross, unable to find the entrance birds of paradise, the petals that fold sunshine and cast impermanence into the bosom of time gathering heaven and earth, spreading their wings in pride forever rising and giving, though they wilt in five sun cycles mo(u)rn. i collect some flowers for you, my beloved, my heart stands still next to the white-flower trellis what am i seeking on the plateau of time? the divan of mourning spreads out my long love mo(u)rn. i collect some flowers for you, my beloved, my soul buries its face in the future, sobbing, choking up you spread your paradise wings, and prompt the nacreous sun to pour boughs of light beneath your lambent wings |