Blossom

....and that day the wind blew and the air was filled with pink blossom falling as rain and I stood as though covered in confetti and remembered that day so long ago when you, my beautiful bride, walked through the fountain's cascade of that same confetti thrown by our family and friends and wished, oh, my lady, how I wished, for that time once more, for all our time once more, for even just a minute of that time again to savour the look, the sight, the feel of you in my arms but instead I must stand there, alone, watching as the blossom eddied and swirled in a dance around your gravestone till it gathering together, it lifted and I felt I saw your form outlined within the blossom billows and heard the sound of your laughter blowing in that same wind and a realisation came then that I was not alone, would never be alone and the wretched tears of pain became those of blessed release....


Terry Rhiannyr
May, 2012