“Above My Grave”

Above my grave is an enchanting garden

Where a lonely breeze idly cools and tiptoes unforbidden;

Where an unmarked cross that’s mine bids the passerby

To honor my bones with a prayerful sigh.

There are rosebuds genuflecting in prayer to the sun,

Thanking Apollo  for their love light and perfume when day is done;

Each day new roses start to blush and bloom,

Touched by the summer glow,  unmindful of their  doom.

Sweet  Roses:

Kiss my Love for me with your fragrance

Like the air that wafts the daisy with its vibrance;

Tell her that on earth there’s no happier place

Than the grave with me in my cold embrace.###