Authored: March 13, 2018

Over a meadow of roses and flowers
A soft wind blew, on that autumn afternoon
If you could hear, you'd hear the wind sing
Memories stir, the fragrances bring back images
The laughter of a childhood lost
Carefree, frolicking in the fields under a warm Sun.

The ascent of wind over flowers
A symphony becomes a serenade
Of love, of light, of freedom
I pictured you falling into the flowers
Vanishing from view.

Forever changing, there's life after you
The flowers are soft at the touch
A lucid dream; the song in the wind
Over a meadow, through the flowers
Vespers of a cadence.