WITH WISDOM BORN

Tomorrow
When echo fades
From the yesterday
In violet haze
And shadows
Of a long dead night
Enveloped
In morning bright.

With wisdom born
From pain and loss
I lay a wreath
Below the cross
Knowing with
An inner eye
Poets weep
Artists die.

The gathering cloud
Now whispers leave
The blossoms fall
From swaying trees
To turn my back
Leave you alone
Deep in ground
In love is known.