Red Flowers When We Die

Red Flowers When We Die
© Surazeus
2019 02 27

After walking for years on cement roads 
in astonishing sunlight of desire, 
I sit on yellow grass in city park 
and listen to trees explain why we are. 

On busy street in Samara I meet 
young woman whose eyes glow with sparkling stars 
so we hold hands and walk among red flowers 
to share songs of birds we hear in our dreams. 

Holding hands of trust in warm slanting rays, 
we explore familiar world with strange eyes 
to become each other more when we kiss 
and lie together in shadow of faith. 

Together forty years since hour we met, 
we become whole emptiness of lost fear, 
and glow with happiness of our true love 
that turns us into red flowers when we die.