Lady made of Flowers

A Poem by Wordless_Prism

It started as peaceful laughter but, now sorrow sighs at its slaughter. For since you left, the world is murder.

My mind is blank like a canvas, my heart is empty, color seems to fade, through the trees moonlight dances, and I wish you were here today, to see that which you made.

I'm so weary, let me rest, heavens blessed, I will weep upon your chest. Your love I keep to my breast.

Silence while spiritually fed, pain before and after love, laid to rest.

Here come the will O the-wisp, to my pillow for a kiss.

In my dreams sealed a fate, all I wish is for you to commemorate. I see ash like snow all around me; the stars were as embers of burning torches. Your light is but a memory, no matter how happy, it is just a memory.

Remember as I laid there and felt your heartbeat? Know that I am yours forever, set me mere a fire, don’t leave me alone, take me to the river wash and clean me to the bone.

You are my lady made of flowers, with a center soul in circles of glass. My greatest hope of a wish is to lay on the hot winter's ground, with the leaves floating away in the river taking all of our cares with them.

So majestic this world is, and so are its inhibitors, from the little rivers to the deep rich oceans, from the small farm hills to the mighty mountain face.

Goodbye, my dear.