This is dedicated to my sister's first born son who died last Sunday morning.
1. Beyond Dreaming
My open heart sleeps
Eyes over your so still form
I see my flowing
2. The Dream
Dreamed a blue Jay lay
Upon curling leaves of brown
Feathers iridescent last May
Now this dreamy blue, just lay
Alchemized into ether today
Sentinel-Jays circled down
Dreamed a golden you did lay
Upon curling leaves of brown
3. Nightmare: The heart is a many chambered muscle
The heart is a muscle
with a needle's pierce
the tissue contracts
One bite into a heart shaped apple
ripped open your infected gums
red to crimson strep spread
Today you lay on a gurney
awaiting your second go ‘under the knife’
family energies circle
Guttered candle wicks upright
we imagine white light, holding
your body as the gift we know it to be
4. My Sister Wakes
When you fade away
My first born son, I will dress
You in memories
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2 comments:
I feel he is happy and safe now ... secure wherever we go after death.
Your perception is a gift.
Did you receive any other gifts from Steve upon his death?
xoxoxo
rob
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