ABSENCE

All morning, I endeavoured

to fill your absence

with coral roses, remnants

of your earthly life

that laugh louder than you

ever ventured to.

I plundered every last bloom

from your beloved

bushes, sister. Your radiance

shall not go unseen

this day, nor your restoring

fragrance unmarked. 

Butterflies and bees enact a

varicoloured musical

sketch in the garden, buzzing

and flitting to the

lingering rhythms of airs you

sang to them alone. 

Henceforth, I shall tend these

shrubs with my wonted

discipline, a poor substitute

for your gentle devotion.

Perhaps Heaven's warriors,

weary from battling evil,

have greater need of you

than mere mortals,

of your hands and eyes that

spoke the language

of Eternal Light.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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Artist: Constance Phillott