Columbine

It dies within me before it's born.
This hypnotizing columbine
reveals its shine in front of me,
and grows in the garden of my heart.


Will I ever watch it... rise?
I can feel diamonds in the sky
just freezed and brightful.
They stare impassive at my downfall.


But the fire's gone,
the dream is on.
And the more that I want it,
the more that it grows.