Orchids Talk Poem by Madrason .

And as the ashes of my mortal me
laid a milky blanket in the wind
the sight of might, a milky sheet
and at the stage of dearest memory
once more a dusty film had covered
and like little particles of hope
they flew into the farther distance
completing a mystic journey
like the chalk on wings of some
butterfly, how and not why,
life greatest gift departed shy
and nothing that which life had given
was ever in vain, receiveth gracefully! M