Mourn

For all the victims of 512 Earthquake

Sleeping in the pistil of a frozen rose
A crystal drops from my eyes
Moisten a bee’s memory
Drown in its self-made honey

Oh the night
Leaning on my shoulder
Murmur like a new-born child
Way too cold, way too quiet
Sucking my blood as milk
Choked with greedy swallow

I wear the coat of fragility
To cover the bruise and scars
Beaten by the rhythm of a city in chaos

I dance the pain away
Bare-footed on the edge of a knife

Oh my dear
Why you cannot see
An angel hidden in my soul
Might tear off her wings
And jump
From the highest cloud
Rest in the pistil of a frozen rose
Dye all petals
Red and fresh
The moment she closed her tired eyes

-Gloria X 14:40, 19-May 2008