13/02/2025
Beautiful Cousin
In the garden of her heart, tempests rage,
Where truth lies scattered in a gilded cage.
Her path, once blessed by morning's holy light,
Now twists through thorns in endless midnight.
She dances with mirages in the sand,
Fortune's fool in a barren land.
Her spirit-flame, once burning pure and bright,
Now flickers thin against the coming night.
Two seedlings wilt beneath the shadow's reign,
While love's sweet roses weep like summer rain.
Their petals scattered by the winds of change,
As mother's garden grows wild and strange.
Yet still the Gardener's gentle whispers call,
Through every season, through the rise and fall.
Grace floats like pollen on the evening air,
A path of starlight through her dark despair.
The prodigal rose can bloom again in spring,
When hearts turn homeward on repentant wing.
Love's waters wait to wash the desert's stain,
My beautiful cousin, come home again.
