WEEK 4 (Holding a jasmine blossom)

For you to dawn

Why does she need to dusk

For you to blossom

Why does she need to wither

Your mother has left her self

As abruptly as a sharp right

Silence is her new language

Sleep her new dance

She tries to hide her tears but I

Feel them in the absence of her touch

The only certainty is the fullness of her doubts

The only truth

That she knows nothing anymore

She tries to find a way back

But only sinks deeper

How much of her has to die to pay

For the beginnings of you

How much of our love do we have to give up

To feed your heart