Thursday, March 6, 2014

A Symphony of Stars

I hope when I die
I am accompanied
to heaven by a
symphony of stars
in the nighttime
of a quiet country
evening yielded up
from a winter’s day

Written last Friday night after leaving Maxine’s house, thinking she would most likely not last the night.  Quietly she went not in the night, but near midday, surrounded by love, which is its own symphony.  Rest well, beloved.

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