My Eternal Lily
Written November 1995
Her beauty was like the fulfillment of a dream, the realization of innocence and purity.
I'm glad I could call her my friend.
She was a perfect flower: always there to give of herself to others.
Like a thunderstorm, she was dynamic and ever-changing, but always a pillar of support to me.
Her autumn came, as it always does with the good things, the pure things and her petals did wilt, and her light did fade.
She was dying ... Nothing could be done.
In her wilting, her beauty was undiminished but was transmuted into something else, something crystalline and eternal, sunk into the very fabric of life.
The angels did weep at her passing and the world was just a little dimmer.
Her death was a sharp blow to my sanity, leaving a vacant space behind my eyes, there for all to see.
When the sword was removed, I slid to the floor, unmoving.
I don't know how long I stayed there, but I know that I'm still on my knees, wishing, hoping and praying.
Gone is she now from the world, but with her she takes a piece of my heart, to cherish and keep as hers 'til the end of days.
