dried flowers and the setting sun

some count what we'll forget

others count the fun

borne on small waves, they float to great distance:

  pink buds dancing on pure light,

  until they are too bright

  to look on any more. (consumed by the star)

the sun sets

gone, yes, but never done

filled up and not yet full

dried flowers and the setting sun

the sun also rises

flowers reborn, a circle unshorn

you, my rose:

oceans apart but still in my heart

across the sea and always with me