I knew you as a person
who wore daffodils in her hair;
dancing barefoot in the fields.
your aura, like an aurora of Pandora's open box.
Recklessly compassionate in your unrelenting affection.
I remember when they told me
that you had passed away.
I watched as they returned your body to the earth.
They say that you're in heaven now,
but I don't know how this can be true
when every day I still feel you in my heart.
Maybe your daisy chain was a halo
and the fields that you danced on were clouds.
I think I finally understand.
I knew you as a person,
but maybe you weren't.
Maybe you were just an angel
that got lost along the way.