Oh sweet child I've played with thee,
Laughed for hours and danced with glee,
In pictures there shared my faith in me,
That though I am blind I still can see.
I sit quite still but travel back,
A journey begins upon old tracks,
The world is dark for light it lacks,
My mind has eyes for this false black.
There in a garden I see my rose,
She presses the flowers between her toes,
A music plays and I hear this prose,
'Let life be the falls where joyness flows.'
Then here there appears the light I lost,
Evil has brought it at such great cost,
The life of my rose again is tossed,
The garden we shared now killed by frost.
Here in the seasons of my regret,
The Summer reminds me of when we met,
The Autumn still smells of lust and sweat,
The Spring so full of life and breath,
Our Winter quite cold chilled by your death.