The Widowtree

Do you remember

Fingers of sunlight

As they were

Caressing your face?

Do you remember

The leaves dancing in the sky.

Then falling softly

To their painless death?

The picture is there,

As clear as the glass within their eyes

As innocent as the song of mourning birds.

Birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day.

To be like us their angelic faces bereave

And they are always asking me

Why must we forgive...

If only to forgive...

If never to forget...

Read these words

That are engraved upon my face

And then look away...

Look away...

Look away