Light me, eternally born to death,
And wear,
As any sequence
Of human abode.
Head knelt-
a grace of submission.
Visions and squares, frame his face
O'er and o'er, but ethereal clouds
Perhaps only as thoughts
Are all there is,
To say it was.
Had we left it squandered? Or was life fully lived?
Done the best with what we'd been given...
Had we done our best?
There is a single star outlined,
one that always points to you.
I imagine that is the pathway home, in the beyond
believing irrevocably, that even upon death,
I will go back one day.
That we will look into the other again,
that I will be welcomed home and embraced.
That I will have never forgotten you-
My Heart, left in another life;
Left in a realm, where you keep it safe,
Yet broken I am without it.
Heart centered, with no ground.
Lost here,
beneath this one star,
so far,
pointing the way home-
back to everything I knew,
before this.
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