WAKE

Spring weeps this day for you

who came to Earth

with rainbows in her eyes and

a heart full of song.

Her sobs echo in your rosarium,

slipping into spaces

where carmine blooms nodded

in the morning breeze.

A single coral rose graces your

eternal rest. Her sisters

seek to lend our now bereft abode

 your warmth and soul.

I stagger back into a vapid world

destitute of heart and

vision, wending my way through

a miasma of pretense.

Cold silences of bygone decades

ooze through cracks in

masks of studied sorrow. Dark's

minions have triumphed.

Wandering the house, I seek further

traces of you. Endless

bushels of living flames could not

illumine this darkness.

Your lilac apron lies in a crumpled

heap on the kitchen

table by your phone, your smiling

incarnation its wallpaper.

I shall not weep this day, dearest

sister. My tears shall 

fall when the last of your beloved

roses begins to fade.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: YOUNG WOMAN READING
Source: pinterest.com
Artist: Samuel Melton Fisher