Sleep, sleep
flights of angels
or headphones on red eyes
Sing thee to thy rest

One degree removed,
the sensation of sorrow
still makes you feel
like something’s been removed.

Gulf of gasping, comprehending
that 45 years of marriage
or 25 years of grandmotherhood
21 years becoming a man
or 14 years being the best dog ever
are over
no epilogue to soften
these deathly hallows.

Just imaginary rustling
of autumn leaves
Dancing gently
on a cold breeze

Light persists
scattered across the souls
of survivors.
Even in the swirling void
beacons guide us to shore.
Vibrant hearts and eyes
Remind us
that even though
we all go
in time,
Today and tomorrow
for us
the sun shines.