Silent Blame and Heavy Blooms

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

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 leaf reproach another leaf?

Or blossom blame another bloom? Yet on my head, like leaf beneath,