i saw you, sweet angel,
black locks round your face,
your memory was painful,
but now there's all grace

sweet one, first son,
your light filled the room,
as the midday sun,
as flowers that bloom,
your eyes were pools
as emerald jewels,
your skin as zephyr
of wafts of sweet myrrh

your love filled my *****
i thought it would crack
when they told me your blossom
had been taken back
when they told me when
we were absent from you
they'd reached out from heaven
from celestial blue
they'd plucked you sweet rose
innocent dove
to rest and repose
in Gardens above
to know only sweetness
to know only Love
and though your completeness
we can never have,
your soul once again
in Spirit resides,
that calms my yen
as ocean tides.

and though i know not
the why or the wherefore
of why we begot
and why you are no more
inside my heart
as sea 'gainst the seashore
is never apart
from that son i adore.