The Invisible She

Spring brings his messages,

Daisy, daffodils whisper,

Newborn leaves 

sing his glory, 

The invisible she

lost in his thoughts,

Missing him

here and there

finds him nowhere,

Lying, listening

to the rustle around,

She could hear his voices

among the glossy petals

In the rosy garden,

amidst the chirping birds,

In the scent of the spring

She could smell him.