lilt

 
tender lilt don't cry for me
I will be as always
tiny flowering thoughts bloom within
born of ash
in my keening hours rise
I am still here

I learn more about myself everyday
reflected in another's gaze
I think on the morrow no more
I am content with the moment
may it bring more wisdom

sorrow is melancholy's sister
I am in good company
flavored with pain
I gain understanding

gentle winds blow me onward
that I might go where I need to be