Pushing Up The Daisies

Suppose that in the graveyards of our grief, so still and silent, frozen by our tears, those corpses, by some heavenly alchemy pushed up, not only daisies, but new flowers of strange, new, glorious species, in their love: messages of all not known or said when merely human; now, in heaven's bright light their gift from death to life of timeless love to generate a generation 's seed: what heaven on earth would flowering graveyards be... Now close your eyes, and wipe your tears away- Why yes - perhaps that's true.