On this your birthday

I have watered a wellspring
Till its continents floated by
And still, I’ve had springs run dry
Leaving me nothing more to say

I have watered a wellspring
And poured a little salt
Over my right shoulder
But still, nothing is fine my love.

The weeds are creeping sirens
Filled with dark magpies
Knocking wings like ravens
But still, I have feelings, my love.

That won’t go…    
I have watered a wellspring,
In a desert but still…
There is emptiness on this your birthday
Those flower cacti, flowers that won’t die away anymore.