After Spring Rain
After spring rain,
Sun kisses water.
My tears are
Sanctified;
Each liquid prism
Reflecting morning sky.
The soil where
I was buried
Puts out green limbs -
Reaching for eternity
In a beam of light.
There is
So much death in spring,
And so much life:
Perhaps they are the same.
The blossom on the thorn,
A consolation
Of a sort.
When they bloom,
I will
Think of you.
– Pour mes coeurs de tournesol.