flowering

a flower said to me one day,
her petals hanging loose
upon a soft bed of ancient soil,
under a fast melting sky -
'don't shed a tear for me,
don't look at me with forlorn eyes,
don't whisper prayers
into this shroud of mist,
don't thank me for my life;
soak in the colours of the sky
and this wonderful earth, our home,
smell and feed upon this blessed breath
that carries worlds within our worlds,
touch the soft folds of your quiet heart
as they blossom and explode
in the darkness all around,
and remember the story of that flower
who once spoke to you
as she walked
between two worlds.'