To “Little Transparent”

I loved your pallor,
That quiet ease beneath the water surface.
Never knowing it was a fragile sigh,
When death became so simple.

Attachment let me foresee your end—
Your gentle head resting on the riverbed,
Still so silent, graceful, and pitiful,
Just as the day we first met.

Sleeping beneath the soil of the second peach tree,
Fragrance softly melts you into silence.
Granting back the freedom once stolen.
Returning you to the place where you first arrived,
And letting you live forever in my undying verses.