Has there been a perfect kiss
One that suspends lovers in a state of bliss
An embrace
That’s pure grace
An ideal that writers will express with passion
And dreamers try to Imagin
Perhaps it can be
Because your soft, gentle touch and sweet lips are always with me
Even now we can no longer be together
Our love is forever

I’ve known kindness
A hand griping mine and pulling me up from a fall
A person to turn to who does not judge, only there to help
Until the call came that they were gone

I’ve known friendship
Lifelong and a bond stronger than between siblings
No event, no distance could separate us.  Lonesome but never alone
Until the call came that they were gone

I’ve Known love
Kindred spirits, Souls joined in a rebirth
We made a home and a family, The future we would face hand and hand
Until the call came that they were gone

Now I am alone
I’ve stayed too long at the party and still can’t leave
I stand awkward, head sunk into my shoulders and my feet rooted to the ground
No one awaits a call about me

I walk the path lost in contemplation
Dark thoughts seeking illumination
My spirit longing to be free of the human condition
But prayer is a conversation
With someone or something of one’s own imagination

I took your hand and pledge my love to you till death do us part
You moved on too early but my love for you live within me
When my time comes to follow,
I will take your hand and pledge my love to you never to part

As I lie asleep a chill covers me as someone threw open a window
I open my eyes a slit hearing music I know but never heard before
I am surrounded by fog
I make my way to the door through a mist that leaves droplets on my naked body
Delicate threads like spider webs cling to me
So strange yet I feel a floating peacefulness
When I open the door, I see a starry night
Bright yellow dots with elongated lines radiating outward
As if the brightest yellow was flick from a paint brush onto an indigo canvas
A joy I’ve never felt overcomes me and I want to go to the heavenly stage
And dance
The threads come together, and tendrils wrap my not arms and legs
I hear the voice of my kindred spirit who has gone before speaking soft and warm
Not yet not yet, not yet, not yet like a fading last note