Monday, August 12, 2013

I Will Waltz With You, until

You always liked Daffodil
her trumpet sounded clear
the music stopped that day for you
and heavens light
came streaming through,
and so you left
for the other side
a brighter time was calling you
and yes I do, miss you too.

Daffodil, Oh Daffodil
I will waltz with you
all the fields have left the hill
and grass is gone,
no longer green
and you are in the world unseen.
And why I say that
I wonder too
where you are now
as here am I,
and Miss Golden Daffodil is shining
under the cloudy sky.

(Written August 13, 2013 with a golden Daffodil)

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