Garden

Smoky Spirit?

When its time to exhale
Give up my last sweet, sad breath
Let my eyes swim in the comfort of hazel
As I greet my death
When its time to travel
Time to leave the sweetest lips that ever lied
Let me keep your scent, your voice, your touch, that angel face
As I say goodbye
Don’t gather all those clouds of woe you’ve always loved
Tend the garden; Coax the seeds to grow –
I’ll be watching, my favorite memory
Let the angels trumpet, sing their symphony…
Please know that although we had our trials
Heartless moments of violent pain, and choking denial
Dancing in the living room to the music of our tears…
My favorite place was always with you here
In our dark, spongy cocoon; Fire wounds soothed beneath a pale, lavender moon
When its time for goodbye, don’t worry love, I forgive
We don’t need to explain to anyone why –
The dark, the scars, the pain was ours to live
Can you stay until my eyes fade?
Can you touch me until my skin grows cold?
Can you finally smile for all the memories?
Knowing that we will live on for eternity through poetic words that will be told
Don’t gather all those clouds of woe you’ve always loved
Tend the garden; Coax the seeds to grow –
I’ll be watching, my favorite memory
Let the angels trumpet, sing their symphony
I’ll take that with me
Keep it with what was true
While I wait patiently –
While I wait for you
There are things some just can’t understand
Absinthe dreams, morbid petals and silver vines
Even after time is ground to sand
I’ll breathe your breath while you breathe mine
Pregnant moon-womb of despair –
Silky tears drip in our hair
But I’ll blow a kiss into the sky
That will meet your sweetness there
Please forgive me
That I won’t be with you
When it comes your time to travel as the blackbirds fly
But I’ll be searching for your angel face
With a lovers smile as you reach the sky
Until then, don’t gather all those clouds of woe you’ve always loved
Tend the garden; Coax the seeds to grow –
I’ll be watching, my favorite memory
Let the angels trumpet, sing their symphony

Let the angels trumpet, sing their symphony

Angel Trumpet: Bell-shaped flower that has an intoxicating smell, but is deadly, belonging to the nightshade species, having poison in all of its parts.

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