she sings in whispers delicately provoking my sleeping serenity
melancholic voices springing from the leash
only the sound has myself forgotten
as she says my sadness will never bring her flowers
I’m wishing in codes in which nobody would know
impatiently waiting for sundown in its following moonlight glow
unravel me a diamond and crush it like a stone
a graceful face in the grinds of a dirty road
she's screaming these wilting roses
I’m soundlessly sleeping and nobody would know
these are the flowers that I bestow