A Sonnet to a Troubled SoulbySarabethW©
Written upon the sad death of Rehtaeh Parsons, 9 April 2013, may she find the peace so cruelly denied her in this callous and heartless world. My tears go with your soul to a better world.
The cherry petals rain like spring’s sweet song,
Show’ring a faërie dance in the pale light
Of birth and regenerate bloom, I long
For new life, new breath, words, and freshened sight,
To stave away the pall of night.
But night descends, and hillsides of heather
Darken as they shed their vermillion shade,
Whispering a parsons prayer in nether
Rites of passage, too soon, and we soft wade
In the ruins others have made.
Let my tears precipitate, wet the hours
Robed in sightless slumber, so that they may
Nourish the silent earth, and bring flowers
To welcome resurrected day.