#323 ashes

do flowers dream of becoming trees sick of their hollow stems full of milk for flowers and food for bees what ocean doesn’t dream of falling into the himalayas or rolling down the faces of lovers before returning we are ashes once and again from the ground and back again one day the sky will take it’s leave and like the moon the earth sad cold silver dust endlessly spinning we are ashes once and again from the ground and back again epw 3.8.08 perrysburg, oh