Farewell

Paris 2010 054When

I am turned to ash

I want you

knowing

that I hear your footfalls

in the ancient forest,

the scream of hawks,

the water crazy-mad flowing

down to the sea

 

and I want

you knowing

that I see you

on your knees in the garden

your hands a riot of colors

poppies, begonias, columbine and larkspur

that grow beneath you, beside you, near you

 

and I want you

knowing that I feel

your beating heart

a still-questing spirit

even with everything that has happened

so when I am ash

you will have these words

to sustain you.

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About trillium24

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand ... " Pablo Picasso
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One Response to Farewell

  1. annellebella says:

    Lovely words to share the thoughts of love; great imaginary with the words and especially like “your hands a riot of colors poppies, begonias, columbine and larkspur”

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