As If She Still Is Here

Her bones lie still and silent now
and all her dreams have fled.

Her secrets left some time ago
before her flesh was shed.

She mingles with the tangled roots
of trees, and weeds, and flowers.
Roses grow between her eyes
seeking summer showers.

And when the rain has passed away
each petal sheds a tear,
and all her bones cry out for love
as if she still is here.