Wilted flowers wishing for their youth; crying for their Spring... Oh to be fresh again; blossoms shivering in the wind. But alas, they cannot bloom again; cannot make you smile. Petals scatter in the breeze; stems lay prostrate on the ground and in the mirror I can see a wilted flower looking back at me.

© Gloria Smith 2012

ENDLESS SLEEP

© Gloria Smith 2015

Long after I'm gone I will love on

Don't think me gone for I will come
Once more to you my one true love
Who was so faithful and so brave
Whose kindness you so freely gave
My Words will haunt your heart
Will reach to you from out the dark
And endless sleep of human frame
Your heart has but to call my name
In my repose perchance my prose 
Will yet bespeak my endless love
And Angels bear upon their wings
My voice again to softly sing 
Within the gentle springtime breeze
That stirs the Weeping Cherry tree
A lilting ballad of Faith renewed
And of my sacred love for you