Soft 

 

The petals fell from the heavens, 

Kissing my closed eyes, 

cheeks and lips. 

A sign of hope, 

and love 

beyond dimensions. 

 

I am the flower mad one. 

My girl knows it, and 

rains them down on me. 

‘Here, ma,’ she seems to be saying, 

‘Take these kisses from me.’ 

 

Soft, soft, softly the petals rain on me.