Graceful
and gentle, silky
and soft,
athletic
with speed
and
surely the need for
nurture,
nourishment
and love,
and
knowing how
lovely I knew you
were,
and
knowing, our
bond was as deep as the sea
helps
me in knowing, In
Spirit you’re free.
And
in my room, where I write everyday
I
play my guitar in a tentative way.
In
the dark nights of your illness,
and
fractures of sleep,
I
remember the
lullaby I sang to your soul
as
I laid down your weary tune
and
I knew, it
was ‘time’,
to
carry your small body over
the line.
And
as I lay weeping
my
tears into foam,
the
magpies not sleeping,
had weary calls of their own,
I
knew, as I held you to
the end of ‘our time’
the
strings played a melody
which
would call me to you
and ladybirds, frogs, and
butterflies say,
‘There
is no such place as far away’.
Here
in my world, in
a mysterious way,
I
hear flowers blooming and
watch,
as they say,
Love
in the world,
whether
seen, or unseen,
is
as beautiful now as
it ever has been,
and
over in spirit, in
indescribable light,
all
hearts softly open
like silk through a rainbow,
and
all that I see is
all that you know.
Written, For Poppy,
on September 19, 2013
with a beautifully fragrant Vibernum Carlessi flower.
Absolutely beautiful Bee. Such profound depths of connection. Thankyou xx
ReplyDeleteThank you. This form of writing is very healing for my emotional being, as the verses come to me so easily, and are written down quickly. So when I read quietly to myself or type my journal notes, I too am in tears and releasing cycles of grief. Honestly, my Vale To Poppy series of writings kept coming, so September found me weeping like never before.
DeleteBee xx