When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...
My Dearest Jinxy,
The moment we met is forever etched in my mind...
as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
This grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far - as they appear from crater deep...
They say healing is in the forgetting, so I tear...
It doesn’t take much...
I see you, mother,
dipping out from the shadows...
and...
as the night-flower of anguish...
I would like to believe
that it was God by your side...
She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...
Silver shadows walking beside me
Ghostly whispers in the air...
I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...
I saw you
through the fog...