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  

In mischievous joy...

On a rainy, rugged July morning walks she
to embrace those raw depths of wilderness
For a lonely bosom is now untamed and free
in awe of scenes that words cannot express
As her fingers draw the curves far up above
where blue peaks rise to meet an open sky
And the horizon melts like a candle in love
Like replenishing a giant waterfall's battle cry
Mesmerized by the pristine amid green lair
swelling with roars of roaming spirits below
An eastern wind gently kisses her flowing hair
as if to kindle flames for a long forgotten beau
But in mischievous joy she continues to travel
Certain that many more mysteries shall unravel