I hear the whisper of her soul
she's chandelierious
yes, while we were at church
a vision of her crown chakra
shimmered, strewn with webs
of color in full moon night
uncovered.
the beauty of magic says
we never really say goodbye
later, she found me
asleep in deep
blankets of God
and we snuggled
in peace quake dreams
the resonance of childhood
inside us
soul skins entwined
like a wick-
earth as candle
to the sky. |