A final gift
to breathe for me
when I am no longer able
to hold my presence
and being into the world
when I cannot
after my spirit has danced
free of this body
Meantime be the
ocean rolling
spray shimm'ring over sand pebbles
shell'd of my being
turning drawing me back in
draw into you
undertow pulled down deeper
joining your presence
Stillness silence
deep soil return
life stirs between stones through mortar
cracks make their own path
slowgrown tendrils worming past
cold memories
long gone but still faint alight
echoes in far souls
21st March 2021 from Merryn Juliettes Ladies of no lamp