Am I Lost

The Ecstasy of the Gardens

Photo by Jaeyoung Geoffrey Kang on Unsplash

Am I restless when you leave?
No, I do not stir;
as the open lily sunlit on the pond,
no less lovely in the nightfall, does not grieve.

Am I lost when you are gone?
No, I am at peace,
released, risen from the bitter ground
of winters into lucent bliss.