Tunnels Underground

My prayer is to 
stay open.

I feel you 
like a flame in my belly.
Swirling in the atoms, rising to meet the world.

  The fragrance of honeysuckle tickles my nose.

  You are uniquely You, just like everyone else.

As ships rest on water,
I rest in you. 
We’ll all float on…

You came to me in a dream
allowing me to shoulder the weight of your soul.
To feel leaving.
To smell the sweetness
that holds your favorite memory, one last time. 

What a gift it is to know you,
      even in death.


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