Isn't it like a setting sun
which you think your eyes will
no longer see
yet that bright light suddenly finds
you, when it comes peeking
through the filtered leaves
Isn't love that way?
When you think you have lost its
brightness and wonder
until a startling smile or
swelling tear swaddles
something sweet, remembered
Love and light; the most worthy
presence for the living
candles extinguish and photos fade,
but these gifts can't be cremated
by the cold of ordinary,
thermic flames
I walked the world and held you
in every setting sun
We lived inside both joy and pain,
now I wait for you in each new rising- - -
Sweet Soul, although your flesh may be gone,
in grace, your burden of light remains
This light alone,
barring anything other,
is worthy to remember
For when the sun slips away
your love lights my way
always and forever
to have been touched by something, is to be one soul for ever
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