I dreamed you were dying
two weeks before you left.
And there's no denying,
I don't know where you went.

But that doesn't matter,
for your spirit does live,
in the words that you shared
with me whilst in deep REM.

Six simple syllables,
and you changed my whole life.
Your words so pivotal,
they have freed me from strife.

"Do what makes you happy"
like velvet through your lips.
Your eyes gazing at me,
spiritual eclipse.