Your memory no longer lives within me
the air I breathe is no longer shared,
giving life to the walking dead with each breath
our journey ended, when mine began

Reborn, I woke one day
taking my first breath among trees
and holding me close to her bosom
Mother Nature smiled indulgently

The air I breathe now,
is sweeter than early morning
when I wake to birdsong, my silence
and find diamonds in the garden,

the ones you never had a chance to give me.

a dawn bird