The White Garden

Roses
White, pristine, 
flowering in the garden
Making me notice the
dew drops,
That glimmer in the sun.
I try not to feel sad
By listening to my breath
the deep resonance of life
It calms the voice of mind
Of all the losses and pain
The separation memory
of sweetness
Of not being alone
I wore white
It was my statement
I held the flowers
Picked from my garden
You kissed my lips
You gazed into my heart
and whispered into my soul
God wept
and angels cried
I stopped breathing
Looking into a future
that took me away
Led me astray
Beside the white garden
Where fairies play
And now I lay