Night Breezes

The alchemy of nature 
Works tirelessly this night.
Drifting its collecting breezes
Over jasmine and lilac
Lily of the valley and 
Forget me nots 
of course her favorite.

In its invisible mixing bowl
It creates a familiar fragrance
For a moment I turn to see her
It is my sin her favorite perfume.

A slice of moonlight stirs at my feet
It lights the vivid blue of the
Forget me nots dancing in twilight
Like her eyes always did.

My fingertips touch the delicate
Fragrant petals as softly as I 
I once did her skin.

And I know that from a star 
far beyond my my reach
Where darkness and pain 
do not exist.
And where true love never dies
Her fingertips are touching mine.