The brilliant sun upon me.
2 butterflies fluttering pass.
Golden hair drifting in the wind.
My collar swepts.
Such is this afternoon among the living.
A yellow beaked minor came down to visit.
Reflection upon reflection on leaves.
The turning of windmills and the heat bearing down upon me.
A figure hiding in the shadows
Waiting and wanting relieve.
You are mine and I’m forever yours.
Though your hand has slipped past mine and your face a memory blown by the wind.
The heartache of losing someone to the heavens.
Shattering and warm tears.
Fears that no one can fathom.
Gone to soon.
Gone with no word.
Laying in the deeps of an ocean.
Only the company of your memory that wipes these waves of emotions.
No solace from the moon.
Don’t slip from me.
Don’t go too soon.