2.3.

Who persuades
a sorrow
such as love?

The ghost of
what was
lives in the lost
Odyssey
of what would
never be

It’s the wait at
the end
of the season
to see what
secrets
it will reveal

Echoing in
the roots of
your bones
the sadness of
your soul will
fall with the
tragedies  of
autumn leafs

Revealing a
silver sliver
cold
winter moon
Your girl lays
her head to
rest
listening carefully to
the words of
Nirvana

How did you
find me playing
in your darkest
shadows?

You planted
wild flowers
where I weeped
Tears for you
turned to seed
blossoming
into a life
so beautiful

After all that was
endured
a child was born
with the mind
of a God
Who understood
every hardship
every heartache
A gift from grace

Now blessed
with sweet
sleep
Remembering
nothing of the
pain

For life is only
but a
dream