Inside the Moonlit Greenhouse: Part II

Now all that remains is a silver framed photograph A reminder of when there was a splitting of paths Between one realm and the other, a bridge uncrossed One day to be readjourned, but for now is just a loss Tears are what waters the remaining greenhouse residents As only one of two remains to stand and be present Though flowers blossom and continue to grow The color disappears in the heart that was bestowed Snowflakes fall as autumn turns into winter The seasons marching on as timelines are splintered The moon keeps giving light, but inside it's disappeared Death stabs the soul like a three pronged spear Now the two only meet up in the plane of a dream The tears they cry together make saltwater springs And just like that they fade away, nothing to remain Where life has to continue on, always to sustain