Death/Flower

Free Verse

against many out there,
there is one inside,
in whose music you fall,
harmonies you sync;

whose breath you breathe,
whose blood you bleed;

you have slumbered before,
you shall slumber after;
lying on the freshly cold meadow,
thinking of the times that were floral,
A sunflower, in her rays
you flourished;

what is it with flowers and dead?
only God could fathom;

but if I'm to be plucked,
and I wish to be,
I should be strewed
on the road to your death;

may I be enough for the journey,
may I be enough for your love;