Fluttering wings; music of the messengers
Animated; suspended in my echoing hall
Meandering sounds take my breath away
Butterfly streams within me; memory calls.
This is the place I want to stay with you
Blue forests of forget-me-nots spring out
Proof nature remembers what I do not
An angel, head bowed for one life, just a day
Next door 100 tulips arrayed, for 100 years
Serried ranks of stones, some twisting, dancing
A chain on the bones of the towering cross
Is broken. The anchor in the rocks remains.
Watch where I walk; the earth is raised & split
Calling for me from inside journeys’ end
Following your memories on this narrow path
Bright daffodils surrounding me; that fleeting sign
Capturing this moment before they are gone
The great fir tree in the quadrant, fine fronds
Come out at night, brush the stones, soothe hearts
Once quietly beating in the sun & comforting earth
Chaffinches, high above, sing a sweet melody for me.
In the afternoon warmth two young children walk.
One holds his mothers’ hand; “Does everyone die?”
Words inscribed on this stone to celebrate you,
“We will always be together”; now you’re gone