As the flower fades
into the winter of it's years,
so I watch your wrinkled skin
through intermittent tears.
While mine a story
of sadness be told,
for you a journey
yet to unfold.
as my sorrow
gives way to grief,
my heart cannot deny
my healing belief,
that winter melts
into the spring
and all the
flowers will bloom again,
but while the tears
and petals fall
especially then
I will recall
that once more
the sun will shine
and new life
your soul will find.
Heaven's garden
blooms year round
and to this earth
we are not bound.