I Didn’t Die

I didn’t die,

I left seeds,

And I come back
Every now and again
When it rains.

Yesterday I was a smile,
Tomorrow I’ll be a story,

A shadow caught in song,
A gesture in the dark,

A few words that lost their way
And never made it home.

I didn’t die,

I left laughter,

A soft scent on a pillow,
And the early Spring dew
As it shimmers,

Quivering its fragile wet
As the night retreats,

And then notes all its dreams
Before reality rises and shines.

I’m the dust in the sunlight,
A motif drawn in steam,

I didn’t die,

I careened.