Petals drift, leaving footprints in their wake, The hearts that loved, or felt a love’s embrace, Now shed their forms for a spirit’s sake. Soft and dewy, a velvet sacrament, they reach the door of a holier space. Luminous shades crest o’er Heaven’s gate, Soft edges slicing through the dark of night; each bloom returns to find its perfect mate. Where singing pearls and gems of liquid light welcome the weary to a path ornate. Turning to the flowers who blushed upon the clay, now housed in Glory, washed in Rebirth’s glow. Though earthly colors fade and dim to gray, their souls have passed where living waters flow. A portal is found, a velvet sacrament. Beyond the door, where golden mornings break, they find the love for which their lives were spent. Turning to a path where mortal shadows cease; the hearts that loved, or felt a love’s embrace, are folded now into a silver peace. Dew-drenched and soft, a velvet sacrament, they reach the threshold of the Light’s ascent. Above the gate, a cho...