Daffodil
Daffodil’s leaves, bent against the wind’s direction
Swept away with the purest intention
But in its heart’s delight, I found no affection
Only grief, solace and affliction
And even the fertile earth, danced its lamentation.
Why does my daffodil leaves swiftly withered away
When it spurted from the ground only yesterday
As the spring of waves that promptly kissed the bay
Will it find me, the one who weeps for it day by day?
I have never seen its flowers nor be rained by misty air
I only held it in my hands too tight because I care
If only the shards of my daffodil leaves will struggle and fear
Then… only then I found my being here.
18 April 2007
