The barricade of death.

Who ever said the lillies validate or represent the pond, if I had an entire water hole..

would my heart play lament?..fond?

in particular those white ones
Hadn't they presented... a freshly breath?

Are they a former way of knowing?
A metaphorical sensing.... the
barricade of death,

Oh to their affiliation, so morbidly obese ... though, thin

with flattering love that sways forever..in the waterways of our  peace within, 

LOVE  indulges in forever,  and peace is fondly where I lie...but lay me down, so sweet with roses...

So that I shall live..
And not yet...die.