[Dandeli]

  

In this kind place, there are a thousand flowers. 

Hibiscus marks the end of the kind bard, the tulip marks the end of the huntress,
and I even see the dandelion singing a song of someone sweet.   
  

She has tasked me with finding a place for you.

    

Are you already here?
      
Is that memory I fought so fiercely to keep untarnished sown here?
      
Did you make it?
      
I trace the grass of this meadow, beneath the fathomless astral sky, and think to myself.
"I... do not know where to sow it," I think. "I.. do not know who you truly were." I think.
    
Did you savour the sunspots, or sink beneath the soothing shade? Where should I put you?                  
                    Did you delight at the hilltop's views, or hide in the dark trenches? Where should I put you?  
Did you stay in the shallow shoals, or dive into the deepest deep?  Where should I put you?         
      Night or morning? Sweet or sour? Warm or cold? Rain or shine?  Where should I put you?  
     
"Can you forgive me?" I ask. "And would I have forgiven you?" I ask.
    
Asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking...
    
Am I allowed to grieve someone I never knew?

 

I'll keep looking for a place for you.