time

When a flower blooms
and as its petals fall,
away from me, you go.
Away from her, she goes.
The flower shimmers
with the iridescent hue
of life
and
of time.
But what does it mean
when the flower wilts?
As its petals fall,
inevitably,
it will end.
The flower will be no longer.
Yet, what can
the flower
perceive?
Will the flower,
in its new existence,
see time the same?
Or, will it see time
no more?
Or, will it see something
greater than the force
which binds us to
life,
which binds us to
death?
When a flower blooms
and as its petals fall,
away from me, you go.
Away from her, she goes.

stay good.