Trigger Warning
The ground won’t be disheartened
by your premature journey.
Your soul still clings to the earth
with the anxiety of narrow corridors
leading to a cold courtyard.
You abandoned your shadow
while the maples shed their leaves.
A crust of snow passes time melting at noon.
The depth of your bitterness disappears as mist,
while granite benches glimmer in the autumnal sun.
Threads of tears, deprived of warmth, freeze on cheeks.
A path of mourning cries in the open air
where memory sheds your cycle of fractured dreams.
The sleeping violet in your mouth dissolves your
despondent breath in currents of a roiling river.
The delicate foam of cataracts cover you
as you slip onto a lustrous sandy shore.
The moon reflects in your hazy eyes,
the grassy lids wet with wonder.
You yearn for peace with diamond irises.