My love, I looked but could not see,
monsters in our majesty
Hope bearing his sad tragedies,
promising, then betraying me
I cursed him in the worst of grief;
he fled the fool escaping free
Over frail bodies\' covering;
I condemned this Hope as mockery.
I searched for him amongst great trees,
he hid himself eluding me.
One little white against the green,
the smallest lie amidst envy
In climbing mountains, touching clouds,
I both whispered and yelled aloud
My efforts, causal-vapors now,
as screams dispersed about your shroud.
Now I walk these rows well followed,
granite facades planted shallow
Where words are prayers, regrets swallowed,
yes, hopes converge in these hollows
Here, those about me fear their dreams,
the downward looking silently.
Their solitude I’ve learned to breathe,
moving on with this memory:
Do you recall that day, my bride?
White birds unseen beside the light?
Tranquil winds as they flew by,
their wings slight breaths as if in sighs
And of that night two children we,
blessed by love our hopes our dreams.
Yet this future we did not perceive
its sewn disease within our weave.
I miss you, now it’s time to go,
I leave you with this Sunday’s rose.
Without regrets, two together chose
Of course, my love I too shall follow
Soon my dear I leave this sorrow
true love I shall once more not borrow
By testing faith in chasing hope’s;
little white birds that come tomorrow.