My lady shrouded in white
what do you contemplate
so demure yet hints of red
even in your obscurity say
much more of your youth
Beauty of white purity
must now bow to drifting
blooms falling into petals
intricate of black lace
Innocence is no more of
imperfect yet fruitful life
whose dreams like leaves
have fallen far from the
trees embracing new sprouts
Shed not the tears for I will go
with a smile just remembering
because I have lived passing
through the labyrinth of life and
find the end peaceful beyond
(c) Reflections of Consciousness
26June2012
Vivian L Dawson
whose dreams like leaves
have fallen far from the
trees embracing new sprouts
Erin
fee
Roger
Always,
Deborah
A wonderful passage and a perfect way of believing in it.
Budd
Lovely poetry
Lady Mary Ann