Marigold

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter I - Poem VIII -

May you rest,

Among the rolling hills,

Topped with yellow flowers catching the wind,

Calling a name I’ll never say

You were a yellow butterfly,

A marigold against the sky

Your only dream was to spread your wings,

But you were gone before you saw what beautiful things life brings

Out beyond the world, I know,

I have an idea of what you might’ve looked like

A brotherly smile and wonder destined to grow,

The weight of time has made me forget, especially at night

I still see you though, during the golden light,

A butterfly against the dusk,

A fighter I will never meet,

But I’ll always feel you, I’ll always know

The time will come for all things to break,

But not for you, where you reside above,

You soar high where sorrow never lands,

Where everything is free and loved