DEPARTING

Perfectly impermanent.....

So fragile,
These egg shells
Overly dry and brittle,
Waiting for Life's callous touch
To turn them to dust.

While I am nothing
But a weeping heart
That these shards pierce,
My blood flowing out in tears.

I have many wounds now......

Yet my heart never fails
To well over with the salted emotion,
Spilling eternally over the brim
Of an ocean blue sky.

Shall I take your fine dust
And mingle it
With the liquid azure of my sorrow,
And let the stark whiteness of your absence
Paint the shadows in my soul
A lighter color?

Now a healing poultice
For my weary spirit,
Comforting as time passes.....

Becoming the backdrop on which
Your memory will lie.