Juliet and Unknown

Would lay flowers 

if I knew where 

she lay.

Some piece of earth 

covers her remains

I suppose

but do not know.

In summer 

I see her eyes 

in sun's warmth.

In bird's song 

I hear her voice 

or faintly so.

In flowers' brief beauty 

I sense her being

remembering 

not seeing.

She died

her brother said 

those years ago

but where she lay 

I do not know.

Reviews

[Vol]

Romeo,
I have about three Juliettes I wish I knew where to visit... Girls I loved living, why not dead?
Vol

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Vol