Suppose that in the graveyards of our grief, <br />so still and silent, frozen by our tears, <br />those corpses, by some heavenly alchemy <br />pushed up, not only daisies, but new flowers <br />of strange, new, glorious species, in their love: <br />messages of all not known or said <br />when merely human; now, in heaven's bright light <br />their gift from death to life of timeless love <br />to generate a generation 's seed: <br />what heaven on earth would flowering graveyards be... <br /> <br />Now close your eyes, and wipe your tears away- <br /> <br />Why yes - perhaps that's true.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pushing-up-the-daisies/
