collecting dust

wallflower black

bitter and broken

alone in the dark

for millions

for billions

for eternity 'fore

a sudden disturbance

a shout and

a whistle

wallflower black

meets yellow bird

a whistle again and

a group of young men

ding

ding ding

clang

and the yellow bird sang

wallflower black

blissful and broken

in dimly lit hollows

shrouded in song

for long

and for longer

to hear new kinds of music

from the men in the halls

with their whistles

and calls

ding

ding ding

clang

and the yellow bird sang

but the song is a dirge

for this poor little bird

it's tired and small

in the dimly lit hall

and sudden as lightning

wallflower black

is struck in the heart

with the clang of a pick

he's broken apart

ding

ding ding

clang

and the yellow bird sang

groundflower black

stepped on and stepped over

a quiet lingers

and groundflower black

wonders, "where is the bird?

"where is the singer?"

the yellow bird falls

to the ground of the halls

darkness returns

but in darkness he trusts

so groundflower black starts

a collection of dust

the hours to days

the days back to hours

the ceiling and ground

collide with each other

yellow bird crumbles

on his way to the flower

and is added at once

the collection of dust

groundflower buried

for millions again

but a growing collection

for grow it, he must

for millions groundflower

is collecting dust

heavy and heartbreaking

cold and untouched

collecting collecting

collecting dust

then wallflower white

sees new a light

new men and

new singing

new ring ding ding dinging

buried beneath his mighty collection

terrified terrified

of new connections

wallflower white

shines in the light

with not an inch left

to add more above

no room in his heart

for affections of love

the light harkens pain

the darkness is just:

held wallflower safe

while collecting

collecting

collecting dust