Dark Elegies   

In spite of myself,
I cannot hold on to heartache.
The heart heals
And the Sun beckons us
To join all living things,
In the annual cycle of rebirth.
The Agony in the Garden,
And descent into the underworld
Is followed,
By Resurrection.
Each flower and leaf,
A testament of hope,
A signal of seasonal change.
The heart too has its winters and springs,
That we are unaware of,
When in the throes of unrequited—
Or requited—love.
The important thing is to grieve loss,
Knowing that love will come again.

© 2006 Adriana Davies