Feeding Flowers

To sleep is to die.

To die is to rot.

To rot is to feed the flowers.

To feed the flowers with rot

is to create something beautiful

and to be born anew. 

Virgin

My mind is befuddled...what do I do?

It's as if my eyes have been covered

By a cold spring dew.

I thought that you loved me,

I believed you true.

But the truths my young eyes saw

Were few.

Now, without you,

A virgin, I shall be reborn anew.