By: Amoureax Amant
I wept like south heaven rained overhead,
whose tears moistened pillow in petals bed,
because each peach petal condensed a town,
where couple beheld sunrise and sundown.
I wept like petals pick-stained mountain head,
whose tears condensed west lake wrinkled forehead,
because each peach petal condensed a stone,
that recorded couple's three lives on lawn.
I wept because stone carved each other's name,
perhaps last life we were fireflies on flame,
that trapped in amber, obsessed heat and light,
when pine resin dropped on fireflies in night.
I wept because resin condensed amber,
when you condensed peach tree in full flower.