The Gardens of Sorrow and Wonder

Here's a song what I wrote after my sister ceased:

Tell me, sweet soaring jay

What’s happened to that clear spring day

When children frisk together ‘round the lake

Through ages past our lives did course

Tomorrow swells with dense remorse

Of mem’ries forgotten while youth flowed with haste

Dreams we shared and mornings come

Saw pain we ached and suffered from

Round about in circles did we dance

Misty morns awakened to

Clouds of woe the sun burned through

Forever waltzing forward o’er the waving fields of chance

With noble heart and clear resolve

You ventured through the maze to solve

Ever weighted down by ken of cost

Each horror sheared with blazing sword

Yet one can’t stop a raging horde

And now, apart, we journey though our lives are lost

And the ash of your body true

Shall fall my fingers through

O’er the gardens of sorrow and wonder

Tears form with morning dew

Heavy hearts and minds accrue

We gathered and joined hands at river’s edge

All sights and sounds recall your grace

Loss engraves my granite face

I crawl inside the warm embrace of nature’s bed

Melancholy days abound

Chimes above the churchyard sound

Flowers spring eternal from the give

With anguish and all meaning spent

Shade begins its slow ascent

Lambs of blood inspire my soul to live

Let the pipes sing your joyous tune

As you sail beneath the swollen moon

And beasts of body float you right over

Water, earth, and thoughtful seed

The fairest friends my mind shall need

And I’ll walk my days a wand’ring rover

And the ash of your body true

Shall fall my fingers through

O’er the gardens of sorrow and wonder