Your life, like white light, still ringing in brilliant clarity, In bitter delicious memory in our minds. -your beautiful life, Standing out in burning silhouettes every time we close our eyes.
I write poems about you in my dreams. I try to work it out in miserable half-sleep, How a girl of thirteen could one day be wrapped in the arms of her parents, and the next, Immured in cold earth without mercy.
You cannot be gone. You are so **** young.
You never met a heart you didn’t mark with the splendor of your beauty, That outrageous, unique, chromatic personality, Resplendent by nature, Demure in humility.
Do you hear me where you are? Sitting in glory at the feet of God?