Sprinkling Stars

Connecting raindrops,
To form a picture of you.
Whisper your name into the wind,
Watching as the letters get tangled in the trees.

Empty picture frames,
With the photographs made of dust.
Memories etched in pollen,
On the closed windowsill.

Fresh garden of regrets and loss,
Watered by the spring showers of my tears.
Photosynthesis starting,
Caused by the sparkles from my smiles.

Black sticky night,
Sealing everything in its envelope.
With your address in Heaven as the destination.
My heart as the post stamp.

Capturing stars on strings,
Tuned into a twinkling harmony.
Put into my bucket,
To be sprinkled over your grave.