yet, i

yet, i -
anticipate your coming
like spring always
does
while, i -
let you in on dreams
still unfolding
in space
again, i -
knead bread as pain's
interlude dances
modern
and, i -
blow dust in the heart
of your sword's
incision
now, i -
like the kiss of sun
face death
enamoured
knowing, i -
am just a young flower
in mid-
blossom
still, i -
scour barren fields
for bones and
feathers
finding, i -
linger tranquil on the
floor of crystal  
waters