A fountain of sunlight, erupting, hanging,
In shades against the bedroom glass.
Silhouetted upon the ceiling, dancing,
As scarlet skies of morning pass.
Hesitations of dawn ignite, revealing
Leaves of grass in emerald flame.
The echo of time through the trees, creating
Whispering winds which carry her name.
Over the bed, I bend to kiss
Those silent eyes, succumbing to tears.
With a lifeless hand in warm caress -
I long to find the missing years.
Whose innocence, on blushing cheeks unbruised,
Will grace again that face of youth.
This immortal hope, I did not need to choose -
A tribute to the revelation of truth.
