Obscured by clouds
a hidden Orion
listens to your
crying

in a well kept
garden
a constellation
of flowers

tenderly tended
by your hand
listens to the rain
teaching them

how to grow
row after row
the flowers

cannot begin
to know
of how your
human grief

tries to lose
itself
in each of their faces
seeing again
your dead daughter

smile
upon your tears
your hands
mechanically
gathering moonlight
that isn't there.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlight-gardening/