Photo by Mark Kamalov on Unsplash

Transcendence

The twilight sky is the blue
of your eyes that dreamed us
into being
and I search its expanse for some sense of you.

You have gone beyond
the reach of my dreaming
things left unsaid tremble forever
on my lips like wild birds seeking flight.

The heavens, ever sentient, will not give up its secrets
and guards you jealously.

You were the brilliant thread
my soul is embroidered with
and I was gentled and made great
by the wisdom and love of you.

If I become even half of what you were
in my rite of passage
I will have given you immortality.

I will watch — and wait — until you pass this way again.

My father passed away twenty-five years ago years before I wrote this. One night, when I had my young nieces who were under five years old in the car with me shortly after his passing they asked me where he was and I told them he was one of the millions of stars looking down and watching over them. The poem came from that memory.

(Copyright c2006 Jerrie L DeRose)

o&&l.c