I am haunted by unknown,
The death that has no answers,
And as I finally find sleep,
All I felt was deep, soul-deep anger.
But then I see you in the pre-dawn,
In that place between asleep and awake,
I am not dreaming but dreamy,
But aware and know it is you.
You stand, your spirit self,
In the midst of swirling white and blue light,
Soft but blinding bright all the same.
Your essence permeates the moment.
You in the midst of spirit horses,
I saw those who had gone before,
They reaching toward you,
You, palm forward to touch a spirit muzzle.
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Regis
Love every word!!
Ending could not be more perfect.
Same goes for the picture.
I am so sorry for your loss, Karen.
I am so glad that you have all those wonderful memories
to help you keep her close.
Always, and Then,
Phyllis
(( <3))
fee
First of all it is good to see that you are writing. And it is doubly good to see that you are writing positive about your sister. It reminds me of the time Nipper and I heard Dottie say, "Darling."
This poem really touched me. I feel that I know you. I read "Show and Tell," and in that sense I DO know you, so anything that touches you somehow touches me also. That's a natural fact, Karen.
Your sister is smiling.
Brilliantly written, but such a damn shame.
Cheers with hopes of peace,
Dan
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla.