Benediction

there was a day in golden times
long since forgot
i placed within your hand
a flower blue forget-me-not
and uttered thence a prayer
whatever happened, you'd be there
and uttered a prediction
that all throughout the years of fact and fiction
at your final benediction
when you rose there'd be a whisper
like a scripture
that all would only dive
with half the picture

but where they only see
part of your soul
and that part solely
i hold within my heart
the picture whole
it is divine, defines the word
and the word is holy