Every atom corresponds
to bring our ideal into being.

You've exhausted your flame,
And now you're burning out.

Every Flower,
Has its own appointed hour.
The words you utter in secret,
Are heard upon God's ear.
Plant it in your mind's eye,
And nurture it in your heart's fire.
The signs will be soon to follow,
Bridging you to your desire.

Each consecutive breath leads into the next,
Like the in and exhale of the sea.
The lion's breath of fire awakens me.

I follow these waves down,
swept under their curl.
My minutes turn into hours,
Severing the body and spirit,
To become non-corporeal.

When you unfurled your wings,
A draft took you out of view.
Within the cools of these capes,
I still hear echoes of you.

How can you be love,
When loss is all, you’ve known.
My shadow crawls across your grave,
When will I learn to carry on?

In the cradle of earth,
Your skeleton will always smile.
At least you found your solace,
I hope death is treating you well.

You’re gone,
But somewhere else.
Within these thoughts,
I hold you close.

Now rest my dear…