My inner peace draws a breath from the flowers
Stained in tears
There they lay cold wet and lonely marking a time
A wish that hurt all love
No one deserve
No time again
Only sorrowed brow
As I bowed my head

The weeks passed and the winds came
Time did not heal the open
Life for someone else remained in my thoughts
Memories of my home came into view
Remembering the blurred colours of my past
From the passing of my loved ones
Still the flowers marked
The place

A year passed through the seasons
Time stood still in someones house
A room now dusty
A car not moved
Clothing still scented of the past
And there I stood
Lonely
The flowers fresh
The colours of beauty amongst the
Sadness of the day
A mark now etched
As I bowed my head