The Invisible She
The Invisible She
Spring brings his messages,
Daisy, daffodils whisper,
Newborn leaves
sing his glory,
The invisible she
lost in his thoughts,
Missing him
here and there
finds him nowhere,
Lying, listening
to the rustle around,
She could hear his voices
among the glossy petals
In the rosy garden,
amidst the chirping birds,
In the scent of the spring
She could smell him.