At the grave flowers rest in peace

Faithful guardians of antic dreams

Ashes and dust turn yellow and green

By April magic hand unseen;

Rising above the velvety sky,

An angel’s wing flutters by

Guiding the soul drifting in light,

To be soon forlorn and out of sight;

Sparkles of stars sprayed in tune

Roses and violets sprout in June,

Hyacinth, lavender stretch an arm,

Their misty odours spent in charm;

A lonely shadow peeks an eye

His lavish tears clear the sky

Showers of love lost in foul air,

In search for hands to feel and care

A blizzard turns the scene to frost,

In the misty fog shadows are lost

Shivering, cold, frail and grey,

Kneeling in the blue silence to pray

For harps, cellos, melodies in tune,

To dance in  the light of the solitary moon…

 

Angelique Fallah