An Orchid For My Withering Garden

Still drunken of spring's shining meadows

and the myriads of flowers,we shut our eyes

to the beauty and fell asleep...

and oblivion erased our memories of fall

and blinded our eyes.

Overwhelming were the days

as autumn embraced the land and zephyr

kissed the sky with passion ...

but more seldom we remembered

the perfume of a long withered spring

and summer caress faded like a candle

in the wind, leaving a legacy of gold ...

... and still we slumbered

dreamless and forlorn ...

but for the sleepless who perceive

a blossom's tear will be a monument

of those long faded summers

and bears the seed of a new spring

... and those will feel no mourning

as fall grands them a farewell kiss in

the orchid-fields because

their gardens will gleam everlasting ...