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 meó a garden inside, windswept, free.
© 1997 Leslye Layne Russell
This poem was published in
Neil Harding's "Gifts" in 1997.