Flower Lady

On observing Flower Monument, Springdale Cemetery, 1983

Why dost thou darling sit with pensive sigh?
I loath to see a tear stain in your eye.
Could it be just a passive meditative mood?
Or short repast from weariness (which is good)?
Oh dear one has this one day been so full –
That intensity to take it all in would pull
So at the fibers of your light angelic being?
So sigh your sighs my dear and take repose.
I trust it is serenity that let your eyelids close.
And unknown to you I stand off a pace.
And feed my hungry, starving eyes
Upon your lovely grace.