no flowers bloom no trumpets blow
i have what i never wanted
beholding silence enchanted
i pine for what i had
almost eternal bliss, no fad
lost grace,now wallflower
attired in darkness in her bower
a gown of chasm she wears
her bareness exposed fears
of the gaze unseen
impingement to the green
life she had seen
had not annulment been
rhetoric silence weens
only a diamond tear sheens
dismayed and dejected
to bereft of life, subjected.
