Let the aroma,

the sweet intoxication,

of the lilies

take you away.

Their white petals,

beckoning,

follow them

to the soft innocence

of the child I once knew.

 

Do not be afraid.

 

Let the bend,

the sudden snap,

of their stems

sound in the wind.

Watching the flowers droop,

resignating,

let go of your heavy soul

just depart with them

and rest too.

 

Do not be afraid.

 

Let the thorns,

the sudden pain,

like slipping away,

rip you free.

Keep your eyes shut,

ignore the haze.

I pray to God,

it will go away.

 

Do not be afraid.

 

Let the fields,

new lands away from here,

take you

somewhere else

to grow.

For your bloom was more,

than the barren patches

of this empty grove.