The Dustflower

In a small dim room and a forgotten place
Lives a being that light has never seen
Hard to see its head, crowned in a busted calyx
Molded gray and black, stares to a whist empty space

Again the Dustflower will look for the light
The sun in the night, but will never find
Again the Dustflower will hope for someone
To lose his own thought, it feeds with what’s gone
 Again the Dustflower will look for the light
The sun in the night, but will never find

It is plagued by grime, a burden out of time
It knows poems that no one remembers now
Every forgotten word appears in its pale wreath
And when a petal falls, those words are gone forever

Again the Dustflower will look for the light
The sun in the night, but will never find
Again the Dustflower will hope for someone
To tell the unsaid (that) it has in its core
Again the Dustflower will look for the light
The sun in the night, but will never find
Again the Dustflower will hope for someone
To share the exile that keeps it alive
Again the Dustflower will look for the light
The sun in the night, but will never find
Again the Dustflower will hope for someone
To share the unsaid, in oblivion

But the lonely Dustflower needs darkness and night
Forgotten moonlights, to keep being alive.