Meadow

I still see the birches shudder from its past,
The buttercups cupping the tears of the weeping skies,
Oak trees in their scenic silence
As they shy away from the kisses of the winds of change,
And the voiced charms of the mellow scents
Of sweet basils and rosemary.

Do you remember sorrow
That I once breathe in this haven,
And the faded days of
The juvenile laughter that we burst
In the empty air,
And the minutes we consumed
During the night with spangled stars
Perched on the boundlessly reaching
Night skies as they looked down and adored
Earth in the cursed hollowness of the dark?

Then we sang beyond the world?s sophistries
For here, no existence bleeds with much grief.
While sorrow contains
The Earth and the Seas and the Heavens,
We blessed ourselves in our name
And made love for the sake of
Death.