Friday, April 29, 2011

Crowns Of Wild Flowers

shed no tear for me
sigh no sigh for me
the dead can not taste
the sweetness of your tears
nor feel the breath of your sighs
long not we soon will meet again

but go and while you may
braid honeysuckle and weave
wild flowers for raven black hair
feel the summer meadows with laughter
and glee, think no more of me my love
for in time I will greet you again


Martin (starwatcher521) said...

This is so sad and touching ...

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank Martin,


Jim said...

This is a sad, yet promising tale, Melanie.

I love it in a strange way. Your first person writer expresses his expected leaving in a way that says to me, "It's not you that is my problem. It's you I love and I do not want you to hurt. We will meet again."