6 Months Underground

I.

Thus, the ground opened

Like a rosebud that's just grown.

Arms reached up like sunflowers

Searching for that golden glare;

The wind carried no screams

As it blowed through the wheat fields.

Autumn has come,

All is ripe

And all is right.

Flowers do not die in the dark

As long as the Styx waters

The misfortuned soil

And their love won't dry.

II.

Thus, the heavens opened

Bringing her down like a ray of sunlight;

Arms reached up like river waves      

Hoping for that caring touch.

The air filled with laments

Of the souls that would not know

No more of love, and pain,

And distance.

Spring has come,

All is dead

And all is woe.

Darkness did not know

It could miss one flower so.

That soil prepared shall be

For his love's return to him.