You cut me, leaving me to bleed
On rough granite ground
Each toll of the bell ringing my life away
I spin with the earth, having swallowed this bitter pill
The stars above fade in and out
Like someone playing with the light switch
I feel my body quiver, as memory slides into darkness
I see a garland of flowers floating on the water
The last kiss from my father.
He often spoke to me of the dogwood
with its pink or white flowers
His fancy being it was one of the few plants
to have only four petals
He liked to think they represented the four elements
Earth, wind, fire and water.
My father had many strange notions and I loved him for it
I hope now, as my life floats towards the dark empty space
I meet with him again…
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