Forever in the Fragrance of Her Flowers.

I was left forsaken and alone,

I could not lift my head so cruel the fate

That held me to the rack of silent tears,

To the heights from which we came my spirit cried,

No answer heard but drift of memories

Across the shattered landscape of my soul.

My beloved had flown above the fields of life.

Though her love remained I could not see her eyes

Nor touch her feet or hear from those sweet lips

Words that made the spirit-sense alive,

A smile so bright one could take refuge there.

Now I live in the shadows of my self,

In music find the soaring, although brief,

And solace in the joys of yesterday.

In the garden of our love the flowers sang

Sparkling in the early morning dew.

I have felt my longings go, my deeper roots

No longer planted in the soil of days.

I wander through the hallways of my mind

And search in vain for calm and lasting peace.

Yet I am patient knowing that this world

Ephemeral, eternal calls to me

To rest awhile upon its scented breast,

For nothing is less than it was before

Nor more than the spirit can foresee.

Heavens there may be but here I toil

To wash the stain of sorrow from my soul

And move towards the inevitable dream.

I shall not linger in the clouds of doubt

Or blindly in the cellars of despair.

One whom I saw in vision, golden, free

Is with me still and never will forsake

Though hell assault me with its pangs of grief.

For I am a flame that darkness cannot quench

And She who my allegiance holds shall lift

Above the troubled waters of these days

The spirit in its time of need, make whole

The aspirant, re-mend the broken frame.

Beyond the province of the mind there dwells

A truth on heights surely destined here

On earth, our home in whose bright skies we dwell

Forever in the fragrance of her flowers.