Bury me again
So that this time, I may die

Maybe I’ll come back a tulip in your garden
and you’ll pick me

Or a drop of water finding its way to your spring
from which you’ll drink

I’ll grow back a weeping willow
shading you when you’re blistering

Or a morning glory
wrapping myself around your lyrical dreams

A sunray
to your sighing flower on that dawn

Or the rock that fills the gap
preventing you from slipping

Maybe I’ll be that star
and realize away your solitary

A child
holding your hand to cross that stream

I’ll come back as soft lips
And you’ll kiss the loneliness of beauty

An anchor
Fixing the rain shadows

Maybe I’ll be a garden of castles
And lay you out a road of whimsy

Bury me again
Let me die, and be free