Poetry: Whose Grave

by Liam

Above a grave, life still ruffles in the breeze

Green, leaves cast shade upon your gone gaze

While my living roots entangle your coffin in an embrace

To share in the dream you left

I live, I trace

I ponder life beneath the shady bower

Not time, nor hour, but the power to have made you crumble

To the dust from which my growth now flows

To sprout, to bud then leaf and know

Without a doubt, will hold this insight with a branch

Life’s seeds to share

One chance to germinate

Give it truth, Give it hope

Grow then pick the fruit of hope, of care, of love

But bury despair

Deep in that coffin there.