Rebirth

Don’t apologize. I will allow You to settle beneath Your surroundings.
Drift just above the cold ruins of the lopsided glass You reside in.
I will be patient as time as,
You take shelter beneath those who brace the wind.
The wirey fern,
The forgiving pads of the lamb’s ears that cocoon You.
For

You have waited; You are tired. And I understand this as Your fiery red petals retreat
To a silent ember. The day has worn You and You have only so much breath as I but
I must tell You
You have become lost in this night,
In the tangles of roots that knot the water
In the absence of sunlight.

I must tell myself
Perhaps I can only find beauty over fear of Your loss because
Of the sureness of survival.

So please, I beg You
Bloom again tomorrow.