As I rise enriched from deeps of grief
I feel alone as if my old world’s gone
Though trees still flaunt their newborn coats of leaves
The passing of the years, our life seems brief
Oh, love, oh death, oh fear, oh lost my own
Must I retreat from darker depths of grief?
What new space must you and I conceive?
How shall I live where my love was undone
While trees will haunt with summers of green leaves
Our latent wishes, frozen, must deceive
Oh, Freudian world, oh, Foucault, oh Lacan
Must I leave the holy depths of grief?
Like the flowers, most die on graves of grief
Oh, Shakespeare, elegaic, oh John Donne
See trees still image life in shining leaves
Misfortune strikes, still love and heart shall win
As we cling to life with threads so thin
When we rise enriched from depths of grief
The trees delight in mantels of green leaf
How my heart sings 