Blossom, Depart

I saw her there,
Standing in all the beauty of the world.
She passed me by like the seasons,
and I knew,
that one day, every flower would fall pieces.

ascend in beauty,
descend in grace.
in the end,
timeless love is all but in our place.

 

I like the idea of timeless love and hope to find it someday. Wonder if I'll recognize it!

 

Fleeting and ephemeral, you say so much on love, loss and life with but a few stanzas. Thank you for sharing this.

 

I like your comparison here, seasons, parished blossoms, and love. All very meloncholy in that first stanza. Yet the second one does offer rays of hope.