once

there is a tree
who weeps
every night,
shedding pure white wisps
of transient dreams,
fired by a devotion
to simply live,
filling the cold air
with her essence,
singed by the harshness
of a blazing sun,
who jolts them awake
to a one night stand;

and as I saw those
countless pearls
resting in their fullness
upon the listless sand
this morning,
I made a wish to die
invisible
like them,
exploding into
their own scent,
with nothing to do
but live
and love
this one night stand,
once.