visiting the graveyard today
feeling a chill across my arm
the magnetic field still affecting
all that ever was
sitting for the longest time
feeling the scent and swirl
within and without my soul
and heart
 
time…the ever/never dimension
that floats in layers
bursting rays of prism
holograms of existence
bouncing reflections upon
halls of mirrors in a honeycomb
of a thousand eyes, I sigh
 
the black cat comes to me
rubs his cheek across my knee
I lift him close across my chest
hug him snug and give him love
I wrote about love upon your death
like an opened pathway from your
last breath
 
you taught me things in shamanic way
we illusioned life in sensual sway
and I never did like the dragonscale
but a lions purr still wags my tail
and the love I’ve found still lives on
in other worlds of everyday
 
where I still trip and scuff my heels
when the ego reels and I singe my whiskers
sparking magicke from the endless whispers
that seem to always refresh like the star dust
trails from shooting stars
 
this heart will always be a sacred place
grown from the roots of words filled expressed
where your nurture/nature was compassion
filled of the grace you shared with me

graphic art:  Gordon Rosenberg