Salvia Officinalis

What Will your verse be
In the great cry that is life?
A ballad
As crisp as roses in bloom
Against a springtime melody?
Or a requiem
Like billowing gray thunderheads
Filled
With the sorrow
So often misplaced as your own?
What will be sung
As you are lowered or scattered?
Cerulean notes off rhythm
Sublime?
Or cherry compositions
Kind?
Ready to burst solutions
To the enigma of you
Beyond those who would know...

Think not of your tune
But your tone
For it's never the song memorized
But the cyclic harmony
That plays in the mind
Resounding verse upon verse
To make sweet the memory
Of the stanza lived
To make sweet the song
Of the verse that lives...
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