Dream

Dream

My offering-

was never enough.

Fair haired man,

sipping lemonade

in the garden

knew

it was letting go

I was most afraid of.

White flowers-

sinless, sun-thirsty blooms;

release, easy for them.

Willingly whisked away

by soft sweeping wind,

scattering their petals

in the hills beyond-

summer snow.

Embracing their freedom

of rootless release

from dying vines

of a soured season.

Fair haired man

led the way,

I followed.

Turning back, I saw

my chains unravel

into pure earth,

blanketed

in summer snow,

bittersweet taste

upon my tongue.