A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Gold

Hear the whisper, through the tress
hear it stirring, all around
I feel it moving,
I can feel it stirring, 
stirring in my soul

A stillness in the air,
it gives me pause.
I hear it buzzing, all is quite

My face is wet, tears slip away
All I needed was the silence,  to hear your voice

I wish I heard you better,
I wish I knew how.
She always heard you better,
I always second guess
I sit here in the silence,  in this tiny garden
I see both your headstones,
those cold, hard, headstones.
Is that all we get,
In this flimsy little life?
I guess it is

You used to sweat in this garden,
I worked with you too.
I remember watching your tomatoes rott on the vine.
It was kind of poetic,
how you were wasting away.
Your work all for nothing.
Now, what does that say?
About a God whom you served .
You gave Him all of your life,
He rewarded you with death;
a terrible,  torturous death.

Yes, you were sleeping beauty,
sleeping almost all the time;
But not a sleeping beauty.
Your skin waxed paler,
the bed sores raw and red.
I can't get the images out of my head

The way you would moan, a dark mournful cry
each would pierce my heart,
Oh God it made me cry!
It was terrible,
horrific,

every image haunts me.
I don't know how I watched.

It doesn't feel like mourning,
it feels like slowly dying.
I don't know if I'll ever get back, the woman I used to be.
I think she curled up and layed down beside you in your urn,
never to leave your side