At night, I count my blessings with each rise and fall of your chest, The freckles that form a constellation on your back are a mere whisper of the universe you hold in your eyes.
On the day her body burned she asked the winds to be her friends and they picked her up and poured her through the fingers of their hands like a river without ending that won't be tied or bound, until every trace of dust embraced the freedom it had found.