umarine

In the garden between worlds I return,
Where time sways gently on golden chains.
O Grandmother, soul of my soul,
Your love, once blooming, now drifts in petals.
I did not hold you close enough,
But now I cradle your memory in light.
The swing creaks with longing,
Yet it carries us still—between sky and earth.
Bluebird of yesterday, fly to the moon,
Carry my vow on your shimmering wings.
I will paint your love in ritual and song,
So it may never fade, even as petals fall.
散り行く花びら帰らない
But I remember.
And remembering is my offering.