Azaleas
MARIA TROENDLE
You´re coming with the clouds
Can feel the rain before it falls
On my blossoming sky
On my blossoming sky
The virgin gardens breathe
Still haven´t given birth to me
I sit and wait in stars
I sit and wait in stars
I hear the unheard heart
In my breathing like a clock
It´s made of moving spheres
Made of moving spheres
Are you holding on to me
Can it be
That you breathe through me
That you bleed with me
We´d be reconciled
If we embrace, we cannot die
Our bodies are flowers
Our bodies are flowers