miss him

by Debbylyn @ www.best-love-poems.com
Until the end of timeThrough shades of dappled gray While stems deny the pluckI gather what I mayIn my wild abandon I sow my scattered seeds Hoping for a meadow I overlook the weeds Gathering then the thistle Around my wild bouquet Dry and bare in patches I still delight the dayUntil the end of time Through cycles of rebirth I'll plant again my flowers Then pluck them from the earth