For you, each night the wing-shaped flower
green claws filled with earth, round unblinking
eyes and purple forehead wrinkled veils of kiss-
how they worry you will miss them.
I, too every morning gratitude and fear he is
here beside me still. Desperately, the heart
swims slowly to its darkened bottom, jagged like
a pebble in the soot.
Let grief remind me of the light-filled surface
when light is gone. Let me be amazed the world
may touch, admire every flower then turn
its admiration to the stars whose fiery blossoms
illuminate the road to God, thrill and burst, a thousand
tiny fires fall to earth like winged-shaped flowers...
flowers you will miss.