Flowers for the Dead
This is the way I see your face. O you are dead your face frozen and moist. I love you and search for you everywhere as light dims to darkness and darkness brightens to light. We once arranged our days in that small vase of time given us. I see your face reflected there now in a vase full of flowers for the dead, reeds of tears. O your face facing me. Tears flowering from me until my vase of time spills over and we meet in that season called eternity.