when cactii are no more

will you ever empty the jar of tears
i had filled
absentmindedly
so that cactii we had planted in your garden dont dry
but now after a long drought
when cactus are no more
why keep the jar still
tightly closed
open it
let its content flow
no matter what they show
dont cry
dont shout
dont insist
just let the caresses of careless wind
sweep its wings through your hairs
and then flying locks
will open up
leaving the sky red
and earth blue