Stained with his essence
on parts of flesh,
never touched gently
by masculine hands;
they captured the Universe
in front of hollowed eyes
to fill
and bring hues once seen
an opportunity to shine
again.
Each finger left a print
on cold lips, blushed
to warm breath.
Traces of lesson’s residue,
a birthmark of blessings
for later appreciation
are placed where mirror
catches its form.
Glass pieces he arranged
with loving precision
after Soul shattered
next to Heart’s urn;
rekindled Hope.
Sunlit smiles dried liquid pools
so feet did not get wet.
He spoke of today, tomorrow
and of another time
when the canvas painted
of Paradise
would be revealed;
promised
it to be unveiled together.
Gave priceless picture
to place under plumed pillow
when dreaming,
lullaby sung
before saying goodnight-
with image in hand,
crumpled.
Adding your comment:
Jeannie
~Tia
