A Royal Crypt

A Royal Crypt
Fabrice Poussin

She rests peacefully at the foot of twins
pillars of oak, pine and other trusted allies
a temple erected to the memory of a life
silent, under eternal blossoms, asleep.

Nature bursts with the life she bravely gave
emblem to the sacrifices as a giant is felled
dark pupils dream still of those gentle hours
ashes feed colossus reaching on high.

In her own infinite cathedral, immobile at last
warmed by the blinding colors of windows
made of a kaleidoscopic stain-glass of leaves
broken limbs, quick sprouts and seasons.

The visitor takes a respectful stroll through thorns
under cover of the everlasting expanse
closing into the intimate communion
he belongs as does she to this eternal home.