Under the Pines

I sat near you
Dreaming of days gone by,
Marvelling at the butterfly

A bed of flowers covered you,
And overhead,
The pine boughs swayed

The cherub held his head in his hand
In disappointment...
An unfinished column stretched to the sky

You understood the skies,
Sun, moon, and stars;
Most of all, you knew of life and love

I sat quietly and listened ~
There was silence,
But I have already heard your gifts.

Kira Braun