untimely tears and some immature nonsense
and everything seems okay as truth begins to bend,
and there you are, still, fighting for a future,
knowing with due time, it will but bring torture.
but see that tree you gracefully rested under?
soon, 'twill not have any leaves left as your thunder
painfully stings each one. see?
there will be no more shade in the summer for thee.
ah, but do not fail to see the one leaf valiently holding
on, don't fall, brave one, don't go a falling,
because no one is waiting below to break your fall
and your shine will tarnish with bitter betrayal.
"no," shouts the lonely leaf, "i do not hang on for fear
of falling, no. i hold on for her,
for if she ever decides to return, i will still be waiting
and she will still have reason to come smiling."
and the leaf remains clinging to its umbillical cord, against the billowing wind,
rainstorm, hail, and betrayal, since
long ago, she loved the leaf's company and friendship and oh how
the lonesome leaf remembers those precious days now.
(c) 2004 mai kozai
*inspired by someone of great importance to my life.
silence is also music. {4:14 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
