In beautiful sunlight with clear azure sky
not a cloud in sight,
just your beauty
falling from your pen like a clear crisp rain.
Reading again and again your emotions
melting my heart
bringing me so close to you.
Though I knew then we would never meet.
I should have known,
drinking my cloudy coffee,
reading your poetry
knowing how  it came from a dark place.
Too dark to let in the light
even in its shining abundance of summer.

If only I could have reached you
looked into your beautiful face.
Told you how much the world needed you
and your words, that would outlast your time.

To have touched your cheek
and wiped away your invisible tears.
The ones trapped inside
that could not flow.

Instead this world
was too much for you to bear.
Breathing the dank fumes
of coal gas in a London flat
You took your gifts with you
leaving only memories in your poems.

You were born in the heavens
and fell from a star.
Yet when you landed here Sylvia
you shattered
Into a thousand pieces
like a beautiful Crystal Vase.
And even with the passing
of the creeping years.
I still miss you