I searched longingly for an answer I could not find
One that remains empty and vacant in the far corner of my mind
When all at once I caught a glimpse of a crowd
A never ending sea made of crepe paper
Roses of Sharon, no matter how you label them,
They shall always be lovely

Beside the sand, beneath the trees,
Twirling and swaying to the name of the wind
Constant as the vibrant glow of the moon in the night sky
And the radiance of the sun blooming in the horizon
They stretched in a never ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thousand saw I at glance
And all at once, his memory flushed into me
Gripping onto all the sorrow I had flooded myself in

For oft, when on my swing I sit
In a remorseful or pensive thought
Thinking of the man I wish I had given more of my time to
I drown myself in the ocean of lavender he painted for me to sink in
And as I submerge into the amaranth purple of it all
A sudden wave flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
Knowing things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end,
If not always in the way we expect
Just like his spirit in the Roses of Sharon