There’s A Blossom Lasting Longer

There’s a blossom lasting longer
Somewhere in my heart;
Secure, do you belong there?
They said it won’t restart.

It may have fallen from a tree
When cherry blossom’s over;
Petalled seasons aren’t for me,
Feeling better by October.

These sensations take me back
Without compelling reason;
Rose oil scent, where pink is black,
My heart committed treason.

Stations

You have your world now clearly
And in more dreams are mine,

Yet I think about you dearly
Through all this time to time.

I’ve dreamt about your station
And signals twice last night,

It’s under builders’ scaffolding
Paused for snow and ice.

Our hands in gloves touched briefly
Then reverted towards the night,

For days go on without you,
Though I search with all my might.

A Subtle Shift

A subtle shift unseen,
As my feet’s eyes
Apply pressure
On the pedals

Of my soul, I cannot see
The inner workings, blind
To the ingenuity
Of industries,

A movement of gears,
It has taken years
To reduce these fears
Traducing that same soul,

Ineffable, yet bruising.
I can brew their organs
And bones in a saucepan
With pinches of parsley,

Oregano, and Hope.
Sipping from such knowledge,
This world can slow
Its quiet revolutions.

Slow down, runners,
There’s no need to rush,
As everything unfolds
Now and again, with love.