My wonderful husband passed into spirit almost two years ago. It has been a challenging two years for all of us. This poem takes a different stance on death for it is written from the point of view of my husband in spirit …
I gaze beseechingly upon you my love,
With no mere mortal gaze, nor eyes no longer sapphire blue,
I see your tears cascade,
Deep oceans ebb in rhythm with
Your yearning heart so pure, so true.
I touch, so gently, reaching for that face forlorn,
With no mere mortal hand, nor fingers earthly tangible,
I feel your heart awash with grief,
The wind is wildly howling, singing of your heart so full.
I hear, so clearly, whispering back in gossamer tones,
With no mere mortal ears, nor strident voice of earthly throes,
I sing your sounds, I hear your pain,
My every word a delicate flower, a pure white rose.
I wait, tenderly, just beyond the veil, my dear,
With no mere mortal heart, only devoted soul,
My Love, the heart-told language in this other realm,
Communion, reunion, two eager hearts at last made whole.