Easter Monday for Louisa

Blossom’s dripping blood for youthe colour of your tearsCeanothus nearly bluetrees are budding spooky greenlike something from mymidnight dreams but where are you?I saw a girl the other dayher blonde hair halo’djust the way yours used to beshe could have been a replicayour daughter that was never bornif only you had stayed with me.There’s talk of Jesus and his plightbut no one talks of you:that dreadful night when terror hurledyou from the bridge to fall on broken ground.Death appeared in pale moonlight,he cut you down to size.It must be twenty years or moresince we last spoke and yetthis spring is freaking out for youIris raise their violet heads adelicate brand of excellenceto show me life goes on.Louisa I can never tellhow much I loved you andthe day I heard you’d run from uswas filled with disbelief: othersmourn a man they never knewdead a thousand years gone by.This Easter makes me think of yougolden hair and boyish stanceour laughter never fades;for me the blossom falls for youin fragile swathes of make believeit sings to me, our love song.