May 10th, 2010

Eowyn

Lily

Once was a young girl
Delighted at prancing and dancing
Over the soft earth and through the warm grass
Of her father's farm-

She found there at five
A tiny gold flower, barely alive
Clinging to the river's side
So she took it up and showed to her father's tired eyes.

Grew and showed anew every year's impossible
Return of the lily, now no larger than her fingernail
Next as wide as her delight
Yet always on but one day in the bright spring.

A woman there stood, beside her father's rest
Stood with a dewy tear to see her lone friend
Bowing his haloed face toward her sorrow
On this, his one glorious day.

Never did she invite another to join her at the river's side
Never did she look across the flowing water
But only picked the flower every year
The bloom that only she could see.

And, finally, she rested there beside her father
Beside the clearness of icy tailings
At her head one shivering, golden marker...
At last left to go to seed.

The next spring saw two coins where for a lifetime shined one
Three years later, the graves overgrown, the banks teeming with shimmering gold
When a tiny child was brought by her doting daddy to wash her dirty hands at the water
Its cold splashed playfully on face and father's alike without knowing on whose beds they sat
She reached out to grasp a flower there, the valley-wide harvest of another life.
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Last Request

Will you when endings show
The last of three is not me
Will you forward my dreams
To a name and soul
Neither of us knows?

Who was she, you never said
So never asked
So never forgotten
Nor need for forgiveness
For what she gave
I was too washed-out to offer.

But I know she's gone
The day your eyes dropped
From mine and mirror both
Both of us spoke only of the day
And in the night you wept
Walked out into the trees but I heard
The trees wept as well.

And when you are left
For my shell has never been filled
Even once, though we smile at the same skies
Oh, when you are left
Which name will you speak?
Speak neither, but find one more.

You, who burn with every new star seen
Burn again, for fire in this life lights
More than sticks and storied faces
Light a new heart and another until
Every corner of the night sky smiles back.
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