• A crumpled figure in the grass
    cries tears in the shade
    remorse, regret, pain, love
    shatter with them on a single blade

    As the young daughter whisper-weeps,
    sounds of all grow faint
    silence like a panther creeps,
    to shield from darkness's taint

    Her fingers touch each sprout of grass
    though she sits tamely still
    She senses every minute pass
    within is felt a thrill

    Each gust of wind is felt and seen
    every leaf assured
    her hair blowing in between
    her beating heart still pure

    The clouds are distant yet ever clear,
    the sky so strangely blue
    every sound she seemed to suddenly hear
    every second rushing through

    The tears like crystal hang so gentle
    On a single blade