Rae Gardens

My love, a flower.

Dearest departed , my love, here I leave you alone.
The seeds of my grief deeply sown.
Buds flourish within the soil,
As I am within anguish, and toil.
Soon to be flowers they will adore,
Your life, as a blooming encore.
They know not how you would live,
But know well the beauty you freely give.
Your actions matter not now,
But the smiles, your aroma that you endow.
Death, rebirth, beauty lives on.
My heart aches, but my life has only begun.







The soul so bright I see you now,
In the teardrops and the falling rain,
In the crowing bird and the resting cow.
In the laughter and the cry of pain.
I see you In the land we share,
The falling shadow and the rising sun.
In the beauty, beyond compare.
In the turmoil of needing more
In the humanity of repair
In the savagery of war
In the kiss of love and the quiet of despair.
The soul so bright,
You are everything but me, anymore.