Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with the wind in your face
and the sun's warm embrace.

Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with your feet in the sea,
and the waves in calm reverie.

Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with your voice spilling over the mountainside
and that light, giddy feeling you feel inside.

Cry not for me,
my loving ones.
I have spent
my time
on this Earth
chasing dreams
as best I could;
working,
struggling,
loving.
I have been through much,
as some may know,
that others will discover
only in retelling.
If there is a heaven,
perhaps it knows;
these old bones
are weary
and yearn for their rest.
So cry not for me,
my loving ones,
for I am surrounded
by the ones I love,
who I too will sorely miss.
Not farewell,
I hope,
but rather, till we meet again.”

To the common passerby
she is a beauty
with
her flowing hair
and flawless skin,
but to the one who knows her
she is fire,
she is rain;
a combination
of fury,
and melancholy
hidden behind
misty eyes
kept in plain sight.
As she takes in
the grey air
that takes her to
another space,
another time,
even her shattered dreams
come to life once more.
If only temporarily.