I understand now her silence.
Her seeming to be gone
No she is ever near
And her heart is ever strong
I understand the misread cues
Alas I tread careful
Not to lead along the blossom
But my heart is ever tied
To the weight of her lone petals
The dreamer that I am
And if Buddha were to smile
Down at me know I’d be blessed
Ever knowing that it is all
Not in vain, no I’ll live
As dreamer always do
Ever embracing the dream