Not Carved In Stone

Cold bleak winter rain has fallen On your velvet hair and skin; Once a masterpiece in color, Now washed clean and white again. Visions paint a flower of beauty From your love grown through the years; Now within my storm of silence, Petals shake from all my tears. Through the pain I see the rainbow Where you’ve found the pot of gold; From your non-regretful outlook, And your selfless servant mold. Still from lost dreams shared together, That I’ve hoped for like a child; I must give them back to heaven, Since my “what ifs” have run wild. Now I stand beside the marker, Looking at your granite stone; Knowing well your soul was lifted Straight to God at heaven’s throne. As I see your name is etched there With your birth date in the sun; It seems wrong to carve your ending, Since your true life’s just begun.