Blooms of worth

The consoling hush of night brings my mind to thinking

Thoughts reminiscent are lovingly blandished with endearment

Turned over and over until I can see you before me once again

And the smile that has often touched me so lingers in my memory

It is said that parting is such sweet sorrow

Yet to part from thee my sweet Prince

Did not enlighten the star in my heart

Where sorrow resides this day...

And no sweet nectar will be poured from the chalice

The cup that ran over is now dry...in lifeless sequence

Its residue will no more flow from lips ready, moist

We Spoke in beautiful phrases of love and unity...You and I

And love was the word that flowed from tongues and hearts

With depth of longing passion thou saw me

Thee, Prince of note, gave your Princess blooms of worth

Saw the mighty oak by a digressing brook

For the aspiring comfort it gave thee in thine Autumn years

And so the consoling hush of night sets my mind somewhere...

I see the lunar glow swaying creamily in a sea of velvet black

Bringing to life pictures in dreams of soothing hands that held me for so long

And arms that will now lay idle in the very same moonlight

That touches the very soul of me...

And will for all time hence forth..