Frayed

The edge worn, the garment thin,
I try to cover what remains.
In my bodies age
I begin to see the new truth.

We are all laid bare in a melody.
Our hearts in our mouths as we sing.
And children dance along beside us.
With flowers and teddy bears as though it were spring

But for them, when the cherry blossoms fall,
We will be like naked trees till new leaves
Bud from the crooked branches.

So let them play in the pink fallen petals
And rejoice in the soft fleshy rain,
So they know what it is to be mortal
Before they know mortal pain.