11 August 2012
The yellow lily of death, glowing in the dark,
Sings to lost souls, softly as a spotted lark,
Calling them into its silk-crested pool,
Where all life's burns can be lain to cool,
Restful release of decades well spent,
Our meaning will now firmly cement,
Supple yellow lily, held out in palm,
Petals in a folded beauty of calm,
Amber-tinted roses exude plump scents,
To show you just how well life was spent.
Yellow • Opuss № I