No words cover the experience.
No time undoes the feeling.
In love having fullness.
Only to be left releasing:
A shovel, a handful of dirt and the hole left behind.
In love, in sharing: becoming angels.
Living itself: is the wing beat of being an angel.
Even when forced to face death
Coming down to find the ground.
No words fulfill this hole.
Not enough dirt hide the remains,
Within the mind, memory and visions
Which as if alive
Continue to play out.
In peace
I wish you peace
To say in oneness
Death is a reflection
Looking back from the depths
Towards the light
Where we all are one.
This is truth
The reason no words work
In that Death is the merging,
Becoming alight
With the Tao.
Tribute
Green eyes perceiving
A green world.
River of hair flowing
Past cities and dreams.
Skin hardened by life,
Toughened in street fights.
A force of natural beauty.
Yet so shamefully touched
By lovers without love.
Walking loney dangerous avenues.
Trying on styles to discover
What suits her but
They never do.
Were she to stop by my window
And see into my mind
I would soothe her aches
And bruises.
Yet she would soon weary
Of my silent chatter.
I'll wave with smiling tears
as you hurry past.
Your timeless impression
Stamped upon my heart.
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