How Can I Tell The Yellow Daisy? Poem by RIC BASTASA

how can i tell the yellow daisy about the sad truth that her fingers
that long to touch the blue clouds high up in the sky cannot be hers?

how can i tell her that she is just wasting her fleeting time and feelings
trying to touch that which cannot be touched by her fingers because

their worlds are far apart because the sun will not allow it because
she is just this tiny little daisy that grows wildly in my little garden?

how can i ever tell her that love too has rules? that love too can be
too painful and most of the time addressed to indifference: unrequited?

how can i ever tell her that like her i am also in pain in longing and dying?