Upon the hollowness
Of a thousand things never mattered,
Upon your grief,
Though without the fallen leaf
That could identify you
Among the darkness,
Smooth texture has become so firm
Of the petals that graze your feet,
Where you set your tears so magnificently.
I bleed unbroken hearts
Over to you,
While love has no rule
In the state of decay.
Too hot to enjoy breath,
Too seethed to breathe
Out the vapors of forgotten stories
That went aflame by their pages
That went out by their calamity.
Start the strings
Upon the violas,
For they will soothe you.
Your mouth drops open with the sound,
The silence falls,
Unlike the leaf to identify you,
In the nude.