Flowers for the dead, red as the blood you spilled,
Roses so beautiful in their essence
Yes in this symbolic gesture, they ring end
Spelling the conclusion of life’s very meaning

Red mixed with white, making a soul cry out
Drops of tears run down my cheeks
Tears of mourning, tears of loss
The dark creeps into my soul, shattering pain rules my heart

I look down at your face, so peaceful, so serene
Contradicting what surrounds you
Tears begin flowing, unchecked, unstopped
Would you open your eyes one last time?

Would you tell me you love me, just this one more time?
Yet silence reins, your face a mask of peace
I lay a kiss on your cheek, and you are so cold
The coldness of your skin matching the coldness in my heart

I should never have bid you farewell in this manner
I should have remembered you the way you were
Vibrant, alive, full of life and promise
Yet, morbid need overwhelmed any rational thought

You lay there looking so small, so fragile
A shadow of who and what you were on this earth
Yet this is your shell, simply a vessel
Your soul floats, flying free, journeying and discovering

Ascending, moving through the halls of time
Echoing it's unique influence,
Singing it's lonely tune, surreal & sublime
You are missed, sorely, loved greatly still

Now & always