A Song for Neil
For you, my friend,
I will flowers wear,
at least once a week
in my long dark hair.
And when I dance
in my skirt of rose,
you’ll remember me
where childhood goes.
I am here
to pierce the heart,
to shatter fear
with a silver dart.
When dream and wish
are hard to find,
look for the flower
left behind….
The flower is found
in you, not me –
a garden inside,
windswept, free.
© 1998 Leslye Layne Russell
reproduced with permission
This poem was published in
Neil Harding’s “Gifts” in 1997.
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