My song for your grief

Do not believe the wind
when it tells you
you were left behind
by ashes and ember too.

Believe your tears
while they cool those off,
for they take what is theirs
in what I am reminded for.

Do not believe the winter
and its cold shall remain
for although flowers wither,
in time spring comes again.

Believe in the most regal of fires,
the one of life and memory
which warms and sires
and within us is never enemy.

I shall still live
until my name is last spoken
helping you heal and thrive,
being love more than mere token.

Do not believe the cold
is all that shall hold you
once that flame has done the work -
but the thought of us, forever as two.

30/04/2017