twilight.

twilight,
leaving behind the girl.
returning, returning,
new
to be what i am.
she who laid down her life,
utterly spent
from tilling the ground—
her day is done
to sleep, to sleep.
and now,
you who remain—
unfold the life that has been given to you
from the seeds she has sown
all these long years
watered by her own tears during the deep winters,
with only a dream of a growing season
yet to come.
reap the life that is your life—
the bud,
the seed,
the flower,
the thorn,
gather them up,
and bind them
with string,
a bouquet for the girl
at twilight.