Painted in Blue Skies

Painted in Blue Skies

It isn’t Forever
Life in this Tomb.
The Concrete will Melt
The Flowers will Bloom.

With Each Passing Moment
Seconds and Day
My Heart will be Lifted
And Once Again Play.

I Long for Your Touch
Your Smell and Your Eyes
The Way You Held Me
Painted in Blue Skies.

Once More, Dear Lord,
Bring it All Back!
I’m Waiting quietly
In this World of Lack.

Poem by M.Casey

Alone in the Garden

Alone in the Garden
Sunshine Shines, But Not on the Flower
Haze has lifted, But the Flower is Dying.
Blooming Pinks and Reds are Picked for Bowls
But that Little Flower Stands Alone.
What Fate has Destined this Flower as So?
When will the Soil be Fertile Again?
For that Little Flower Must Live for Me.

Poem by M. Casey