DayFourteen

 
A gentle hum carries him.
We soar over broken landscapes,
Skeletal fingers blackened and scorched-
The ground retains its worth
To spend in another lifetime.

Lonely breeze speaks to us
Nomadical arms tender,
Ignite flame from pulsing embers
And as life and death intertwine.

Calm,my friend,
Look for a place to settle-
Lie your soul to rest.

I can see there is a
Little yellow flower I picked
Not long ago-
Jammed between the car
And the dash cover,
Its thin spiky stem turned brown
Stiff and broken
Paper petals sadly wrinkled in distaste.

So towards this sweet flower
I feel guilty-
Of killing to preserve this
Ultimate beauty.