Sitting here in the vast moonlight
Softly singing a tune I once sang so well
I'm looking up at the waxed moon
Higher than it seems from the ground on a twisted tree
My mind is wandering, like a lonely sorceress looking for an angel
Though young, still straying like a colt from its mother
I'm carrying several zinnias
Gentle, careful, loving,
Like an infant in its mother's arms
But there are tears on my cheeks
I'm thinking of them
And I'm suddenly the fallen angel that they thought of me as

You were all so kind, so dear, so loving
O why must have you gone
And leave your poor angel crying?
I never was an angel, never the princess you told me I was,
But when I saw your smiles
The skies were never a limit
Tears falling from the sky as if they were yours
The blackness of the heavens never touches
The endless abyss I now cherish in my heart
O why did you leave me here
So alone, so hating, and yet so loving too?

Rain pouring, thunder drumming, lightning crashes
I feel the tree sway as the winds try to push down the growth
It's little stop from its running
But I staid, I waited, and I watched
Like the eternal guardian angel over the life you taught me to love
These zinnias are so beautiful
But the thorns that are never there
Are piercing my hands because I hold them so tightly

The tune I sing now is one you taught me
All of you are my flowery thoughts
And I hold these last zinnias as my last wish
In one puff, one decision without my advice,
You all left me alone
To cry eternally bereft
To never fly again
But I can never seem find reason to hate you
For I know, deep in my heart
That your little fallen angel was to blame
Just as guilty as any murderer
I am now alone for my mistake

So I sit here in the tree
Pondering the zinnias I've gripped so tightly
Forgetting the storm that rages
And wishing you were here again
The petals are still as fresh as they ever were
So soft, innocent and loving still
And as the wind carries them away
I will sit and watch and sing a soft lullaby
I will always remember the things you've given and taught
Through all the zinnias

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Zinnias represent: thoughts of absent friends