Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Last night I saw you,
All of you,
Lighting up
As if I had never seen such a sight before,
This evening, you are silent in sight,
But I remember your glow,
And for that I am grateful
To have seen such a show;
Grateful for this luminescent gift.
The flowers were dying,
And yet remained beautiful
Even with rust-colored edges,
I grieved to see them go,
As petals fell,
And valued them in their present state,
But knew even this too shall pass;
I cut a sample of each,
Hung up to dry,
And the memory of the intent and this treasure
Is preserved.
She thought of us
always,
Out of sight,
never out of mind,
I received from her,
belated Christmas presents
today,
She passed in September,
Ametrine pendant,
And silver bangle,
Elegant,
Priceless,
Timeless,
Like her memory,
Her love
That lives on in and of me,
Though
Out of sight she may be,
She is everywhere in present memory.
She of Letters 