Every drop of the blood of my hearts misery,
I catch in the cauldron of my palms.
I whisper sweet words of love, and persuasion
my heart needs to stop to bleed.
I want to turn the drops of blood
into liquid love.
Cure the pain, cure the tears.
I mingle the drops with my magical spell,
and watch the brew in my palms turn into an amber liquid.
Holding this liquid I go to my garden
The bees come and sprinkle it with freshest nectar,
from the enchanting sunflowers.
A butterfly sets to rest on my shoulder,
and the birds sing a song of redemption.
So it sounds to my ears.
I go to where I have spread your ashes,
and slowly pour the amber liquid where you lay.
I feel my heart begins to smile, begins to warm,
and again I am able to see clear.
To see that truly you loved me, yet you had to go,
leave me, but not to bleed in eternity.
Now that the amber liquid is drunk up by your soil,
I feel new strength flowing through me.
I feel you thank me for this liquid love,
moistening the earth you lay on.
So you mingle and rest in peace.
A piece of my garden.
Every drop of my heart.
PoeDes©
