A Flower in a Vase

You don't speak
like
a wild flower
opening
her heart
to a clean blue sky,
you speak but
like
a flower in a vase -
cut off
from roots
that know
only how to
grope and grow
in the sunburnt soil.
There is no
rush of sap
from those
dark crevices
to colour
your pretty face;
only a pale copy
of what could be,
a little water
to keep you fresh
until you see
another day.
You are but
a flower in a vase.