Poem of my loves not loss
I wear my dad's shirt at night His star dust travels the universe and the small pocket over my heart holds traces.
It is grey and comforting like his hugs and music flowing as a wave of gravity freed to fly but captivated by my DNA.
My pj bottoms are stars and moons, dark blue and matching grey at night. I walk the galaxys looking for him and one day, one night I will see him in the distance smiling as he leads me into the quantum realm of peace.
My brother he will be there painting beauty unseen by the living, each painting done with molecule to muon scattered by his laughter.
Angels gather to see in the open museum of endless love where beauty shifts to more than a heart can risk.
At times he sails into this wonder becoming fluid colour of joy, colliding with the exuberant ongoing creation. Fireworks!
My sister. Her steps are sunlight opening shadow as splendid robes wrapped flow round her. All gasp to see her beauty surpass yet awaken splendour in all flowering, dragonfly butterfly, and wings of heaven fly to be near her as do I.
Closer Reminders materialising everyday moments now sparkle with kisses that gently pull me toward our favourite memories.
