Fallen mayflowers

Walking in lonely woods during twilight hours        
A silent gaze falls upon some fallen mayflowers      
And unlikely tears light up his little face                  
While an anxious night is adorned with stars            

Fallen those flowers may be and yet full of grace            
Lying deep in sleep having won life’s race                
And now their undying fragrance reminds him          
Of times spent together with her in loving embrace    

Even though their shades may have turned dim
Hidden beneath layers of sylvan leaves and grim      
They echo the magical mirth in her shy smile          
Like the heartfelt emotion reflected in every hymn  

Learning from flowers who lived without guile        
That life is less ordinary without each trial                
He continues to walk another lonely mile                
Having found her in those memories for a while  

// Drafted sometime early 2011