Curved Petals Poem by Aya Poetess

Before the unspeakable night comes to rob you
I'll hold you tight, soothe you with our warmth's brew
I'll show you the blushing dawn that once
held your youth's vigor and exquisite grace


When the despicable time comes to clasp me before you
Seek solace in my yesteryear's musings
Rest your wizened face on my chest- -softly crooning
And when heavy soil and curved petals shroud me
Empty your tears, will you promise me?
Run against the wind and feel
my soul that I will fill
with today's ardor
and tomorrow's reverence