Upon your last exhalation I hovered
over your empty beautiful vessel
while the warmth of your spirit cloaked me as a
heavy woolen blanket. Our last
communication of love will remain in
existence within the very fibers
that constitute this being of whom you have
invested so many of your
days here upon this dusty soil. Our last
earthly consumption, to drink of your love,
your grace, your prayers. A spirit which has reached the
heavens on high yet continues
to linger within my soul. I aspire, hope
to walk that path destined eternally
Kimberley Formosa © 2012
Pellucid Peace by Dorothy Bruce
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