Heavy Blooms of Sorrow

The cranes are leaving, skies they roam. They turn to see,

but still they go. And in the silence left between,

unspoken blame begins to grow. And when you white come through the

embers, I cannot rise, I cannot stand. With heavy blooms, my heart remembers

and lays its flower in your hand. We drank together when we thirsted,

but now a flower softly pleads. Please spare me sorrow,

spare me hurting. Why must you wound me with such deeds? Can't leave reproach

another leaf or blossom blame another bloom. Yet on my head