I smile down upon my world.
I see all the seedlings from the past
have now grown into beautiful flowers of their own.
Tulips, roses, daisies, hydrangeas, and hibiscus
all lean in to me,
trying to get closer,
trying to be the closest.
My rays shine down upon them
as I try to get closer.
I try to help one of them be the closest.
But their temptations
are empty attempts.
For the closer we get,
the faster they burn.
The masochist garden keeps on reaching
as they keep on burning.
My heart weeps,
knowing that they’ll never be mine.
I weep and bring forth the rain,
trying to save my forbidden garden.