Time can never be wasted on a good man
A man with a heart as pure as love
Even when the darkness surrounded him
And a ghostly whisper of silence
Echoed through our thoughts
A flower would bloom on the very same day
Keeping the darkness and pain at bay

If only you have seen him then
So joyful, happy and bold
It was as if the sun itself nurtured him
Not only the seeds he had sewn
He was the life and soul of the garden
A beauty and sight to behold
But at the plants shred their leaves
So should he as the days and nights become cold

Every flower has it's poison
A nector so sinister yet sweet
He was no exception to the rule
A bottle of whiskey lay at his feet
I wish we could have seen a forwarning
Signs that would of led us to help
But he was always so very stubborn
Trying his hardest to keep us out

A petal itself is fragile and delicate
As fragile and delicate as we
A simple rip in the time line
And we all would never be
He was aware of this burden
But he faced it without fear
He was strong to the very end
For only the living shred a tear

I lost heart in family life long ago
It always sets me floundering against a current,
unsure of how to play my part.

I offer an arm to a neighbour
Whose daughter raised your
Straight-backed golden boy.

I listen to her backward-looking stories,
Feel her isolation
Like a forwarning of things to come.

You, my dear, are becoming leaner.
Your footfall on the stairs is quicker.
The bones in your face show the shape of you.
You talk of hunger and hunting.

I want to **** reassurance from you like a syringe.
Singe you name into my skin.
Freeze your love alongside too abundant vegetables.
Put you down, so you are wounded and needy.
Pin you to my heart
Like a brooch found in a park somewhere
Trampled by many feet.
Out on too many rainy nights
To refuse a good rescue when it sees one.