June the Month

June, the month of sweet lilac comes, and is going Soft like rivers over gurgling stones There is a sorrow in me forever, but never showing The sag of the sun within proud bones They will gather in your name, and make your birth Another reason for us to hold our places on the earth. But I, I weep forever at your death, your loss to me The water dripping from the roof, the plate so empty. June, brought into the world, O sweet flower, remember The smile were brightest butterflies And through heart roared the racing cataract of summer And your children dancing; your demise Was not early either, for one hundred and one years past But to a son who loved you, that was not long enough to last, That was not eternity. For love and the beloved should stay Side by side on every tide, you taught me so, did you disobey? June, the month of logwood blossoms golden for the bees Wind shaken carpet, hiding little thorns I come to you again, to loiter under the honey scented trees And taste the sting of your hollow morns Your stirless kitchen and the empty lines, clotheless in the sun Should not be so, was not so long ago where my life begun For only here is that voice that groomed and fashioned our will The river gurgling against us, wearing down the silent hill.