As The Weeks Go By

As the weeks go by and the breezes blow

I’ve come to see and come to know

my tears for me,

since you’ve gone,

is not that I feel forlorn,

it is that I have inner joy,

that you and I were two old souls,

who together healed ‘our worlds’ to whole.

And here this morning

my flower for you is losing soft petals

as I weep,

remembering, when ‘you died’ together,

on the warmest day after winters’ weather.

And as I ‘saw’ your dear soul leave

then sat with you for endless hours,

tears I wept were falling

just as these petals, from these flowers.

Now over your grave this sunny spring day,

Jasmine bells ring and creamy, rich petals

float

softly down as all around me,

all around,

I feel you heart does sit with me,

like every leaf loves its’ tree.

And I lost my voice when I lost you,

so I will look to sky,

and carry me,

over the waves of my emotional sea.

Over and under the only way through,

is find myself and bring my song

to whatever days my melody plays

and if Jasmine bells ring and changes chime

I will follow on this path of mine

ever knowing we had it all

me and My Lovely hound so small.

Written with Viburnum Carlessi flower stem on September 24,  2013.

It is now 3 weeks since Poppy went softly to spirit.

This day, I feel now, as my voice strengthens,

that the ‘quietness’ was the way to isolate myself 

long enough to go into all, the all-encompassing, changes.

And the inner turmoil I felt from knowing

that my role in her intensive caring,

and relative healing phase, has passed.

I lost my voice when suddenly that role was lost and gone. 

Now there is more visibility in the clearing,

that defines a deeper role for me, in my remaining life years,

and one which has, ever and always, been there for me to reach,

so that now my writings may come in a different way.

So I am leaving space

to expand into whatever comes to me from now on.

Love Bee xo