Decorated With Flowers

[ref 1:] I was wandering in the woods of dawn As I flew in the face of logic The night before The mourning after [ref 2:] Gifted with such wonderful wounds Caress the salty waters The light in the dead of the day Whispers gently; birds of prey Attack in vain Decay And Sustain Release this greater art of wrath Early spring: Silence is forced to leave, uncovering immature thoughts. Are they yet to be unleashed? Orion rules the sky once more, orbiting the polar star. What weak companion that I am to him. Has winter wiped the forsaken thought, whose twitching I believe to feel? No longer shall it dwell within. Early spring is on my mind, throughout of another kind. Yet, as I bethink again, I recognise him very well. [ref 1, ref 2]