Invisible moon’s light lives in
The petal. A red source
Blooms in open eyes passing
under tree of life. Once mother
She sees white roses of summer’s night
Also invisible. She asks
Everyone gets to have a sun.
Where is mine? ‘Prays’
Pray for a passion. For everything to
Not remain dead. Worms are tired too.
A tall maple of red autumn
grows out of her blue black skies
Not reachable. Blood leaves of elegant
birches carrying life in veins. Not reachable.