I glimpsed your face, faintly heard your song
Once in his garden so many years past
He is gone now, into winter, into the void

Once in his garden, I found you
Through senses I'd never known,
So frail and innocent, fragrant and warm

Rampant wild color, such yearning
For someone to truly see or smell or touch
Your thousand blossoms in the innocence of spring

And I wonder who is loving you
Now that he is gone, surely someone
Has heard your voice, felt your shy love

And on a soft spring day, in that moment
Understood their life

© 2000 J.L.Stanley