why can't the touch of a thorn 

be divided into infinite light

and why can't i grow light

from a seed

when all that is dust returns to song

                                             where will i be found

 

upon the death of the mortal vine :: shall my veins grow new wine

 

when we turn against the sea

how many deserts appear

when the poem sheds its final skin

why does one still have to wait for dawn

for how many lives after i am gone

will my heart come searching for me

 

how many years have fallen

along the path between two autumns

is the leaf falling through my shadow

also my shadow

and when my rain bleeds to death

whose poppies are fed

 

when night coughs

can you taste your birth

are my skies too many to bury

why is shadow the shortest route

to unexpected light

 

where is the river

to cleanse my oceans of sorrow

how many dawns

have tied a prayer

to my rose

why are there species of flame

found only in our dreams