A dangling conversation.

I spoke to a lilly today,
asking her what she thought warmth was?

She gave me an imaginary hug.

That was love,
like the grass caressing the green meadows,
the rain coming down in tiny drops,
curtains of silver,
embracing me, smothering me,
with delight
the clouds grey don't bother me,

I fumble for words
to say good-bye
soul trembling,in the realm of spring.
My whole world still, I lay,
searching for comfort
like a newborn near her mother's breast,
I cry for comfort;the lilly let's me go.

I run free,
tripping on my shoe laces,
tears gripping inside,
it's time.