Anniversary
Will our six yellow daffodils
be singing in our month,
or should we let them wither
from starvation of our love?
what happens after that?
Do their souls drift towards the Heavens
and the garden of blue skies,
Or do they leap into the ground
and join the evil force
that burns like raging madness
in the dungeons of its Hell?
Will we end in bitterness
that flows into our blood,
to rampage through our veins
like a river in a flood?
Or will we end in peaceful happiness
that calms like soothing rains,
dissolving past polarities
and easing heartache pains
Will our six yellow daffodils
still bloom upon our day,
or will they wilt and wither
as we let them waste away?
And as the blossoms slowly die,
what happens after that?
Will they be remembered as they were,
so gorgeous and so bright,
or will we only see dead flowers
when they vanish in the night,
as we forget their beauty
and forget about their life?
Will we end in sour hatred
that permeates our mind and soul
and overrules our love
as it takes its deadly toll?
Will we end in bitterness
that concentrates our blood
to ravage through our veins
like a river in a flood?
Or can we find some happiness
that calms the storming trees
and lets them start all over
with a gentle blowing breeze?
Can we find this peaceful happiness
that calms like soothing rains,
dissolving past polarities
and easing heartache pains?
(by Cindy Frane)