No great title for this work - I wrote it to make the reader cry and to feel a deep emotion.

They slept together in the dew-laden grass
Embraced in each other’s silent arms.
Dreams slipping through their catcher
And delivering Purgatory’s sweet charms.

The air was turning cool, they did not complain
Only, their embrace became that much stronger.
Whispering words heard by no souls on Earth
Begging to God that they live just moments longer.

An infant nearby with eyes closed with sleep
Smiles faintly near the couple’s dark bed
The night sky spinning lullaby enhanced stars
And spilling sweet visions in the baby’s head.

Sighs of woe started to echo through nature
The embrace wavered and soon tore apart.
Pain and anger soon engulfed each partner
And bitterness enraged one another’s heart.

Separated by God, the sharp wind began to blow
And put distance between the loving eyes.
The infant’s unaware of the future’s progression
And oblivious to the two soul’s fervent tries.

Two lovers walked near a worn, faded path
When two roses blew along their swift trail
Their stems were bent as though in embrace
Though entwined, their strength had failed.

The woman was intrigued to return the two roses
To the place where they tried so hard to remain.
Then, she saw the small face sleeping peacefully
On a stone carved next to a few day old name.

The baby was sleeping and still unaware
Of the world changing as dreams linger on.
The roses became brighter and seemed to lean
To reach out and embrace the marble stone.

A child now lost to the despairs of the world
No hopes and achievements shall ever be made.
Broken-hearted parents had left him the roses
To watch over him in God’s eternal shade.

If flowers could speak with more words than love
Then these roses would have novels to sing.
For they embraced when placed back on the grave
And welcomed the light of the angels’ wings.

©July 16, 2003 Lori S. Maynard