Arms outstretched, reaching
upward, toward blue sky
And Sirius clouds,
She reaches out toward
Transparent hands,
Longing so much
Just to brush
The tips of his oh so distant fingers.
But still they remain
Unreachable, untouchable.
Slowly she lowers her arm,
With head bowed,
A gentle breeze caressing her face,
She releases his spirit,
Trapped so long
Within her breast.
"Goodbye" she whispers
A faint, fragile tear
Trickles down her sun-blushed
cheek. "Until..." she murmurs.
Lifting her head,
In the warmth of the sun,
She feels his smile.
8 comments:
Beautiful
Sounds like you've perked up a little bit. I have a feeling you've done some praying. So have I, for you. I'm not sure if I believe in God but I'm sure He believes in us. Going to bed now.
(((((HUGS)))) honey, I'm not tearing up honest!
They'll all be waiting for us on the other side.
Peace to All.
Let the circle be unbroken....
Feel that smile forever--as I know you will. And rest easy knowing you did everything you could do, and held on as long as you could, as well.
The circle will be unbroken--it will. And you are the strongest link.
Wow, Eric, you made me cry. Thanks for the compliment. But sometimes I don't feel so strong, you know? sometimes, I pray that I could go back and change things somehow.
So do I! I would love to change the past.
Or other's past. It's always in my mind, what could have been done right, done better.
Sorry to make you cry! And as for strength, your writing shows it, so don't let private moments of weakness make you think that you are not strong. Or brave. Or caring.
It's all good.
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