Three sunflowers and a few lilies wither,
My lady and films are scornful,
They’re rarely touched.
I, declining into bed
Oblige to the demise, falling with night.
Alas
Much has changed since the beginning of love!
As if human beauty,
So close and personal was too much to bear!
Money has shortened,
Trousers have tightened
Cat paces all throughout those dark hours
I’m sleepless
Yes, withered like my flowers
I chase a drop to revive.
Or magic
Magic!
The unexplained explains,
Those (dead) sunflowers and lilies will reprise
After chasing light
Or water and abundant air
Much like love
And our need to create
It comes and goes