Sunday, August 5, 2012

Late November

For words four words one couldn't find
So divine, the time to hide
The tiny tenacious machine
Spun through her mind

A double-helix to divide
Satin stained, it rained inside
Starless silence after the thunder
But with the power of lightning we loved her

Another did and does and so it goes
One heart stopped, and in a widower slows
Sight and sound and scent embellished
In hell that seemed a dream he relished

She built the sky, twice as bright
And in her name we shall take flight
An immaculate soul, forged in the furnace of the sun
With blessings for all, and lost memories yet to come