Flowers Are For Funerals Poem by Brie Carter

Flowers Are For Funerals



Like survivors of the plague, we raced through the woods,
Etching our lives away into the trees
Our hair sprinkled with stardust,
We laughed until our laughter turned into sobs and we
Wept rivers into the soil
The leaves fell as we shook in each others arms
While somewhere in the distance, an owl gave it's mourning cry
And the wind swayed the tree in a symphony of sighs
With a shutter I collaped onto the ground
You gathered the flowers from where I lay
Tore up the petals and cast them away
In a voice laden with sleep you said,
'Flowers are for funerals'
You sank to the ground and lay down beside me,
The moonbeams scattered around us.
Finger entwined, we gazed up at the stars and lost ourselves
In the valley of the moon and the shadows that played across
But the fire was dying now,
And we felt the weariness
Tugging at our bones like the ocean current
Death's little sister laid her finger on our eyelids and
Gradually the world began to darken
Until only the stars remained
Burned into my vision like tiny dots of static
Forever glowing bright

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