wish that i could gather the atoms 
that vibrated your voice, 
your breath, 
its heat of warmth, 
its fragrance scent . . .
your molecules
. . . so long ago


wish that I could collect 
their dissipation, 
scattered so long ago
and hear, and smell
their essence of you . . .
so long ago

wish that I could see your image,  
it's frame in my mind's  eye
rewind an' replay 
each moment's movement 
of your touch . . .
your smile, 
your laugh,
your body . . .
so long ago

gone forever, 
your molecules' atoms scattered through all eternity, 
fallen settled scattered swirled
on the fabric of earth and space
inhaled, exhaled swept up and rippled
sieved an' strained through time before and after
ever moving, somewhere, 
your being, 
your mineral dust, 
elemental essence somewhere still
within my reach
 
your spirit, somewhere still
as i move through the ethereal 
of the knowledge that is you
i reach out with my spirit,  
my thoughts feeble centered on you

grasping with a desperate mind 
i listen pensively, 
perpetually attuned with spirit radar
eyes attuned, 

i see,
i hear through the veil 
separating you an' me, 
i sense your presence love
your benevolence,  
your cosmic compassion, 

wish that I could return
to those times, 
those bubbles in place 
the moments of magic 
where they occurred 
when they occurred
again imprinted upon the fabric 
of time and space 
 
moments that escaped my hold, 
slipped an' lost forever by my feeble grasp,
time flowed on and on . . . 
. . . and on 'til today
with me it's victim, 
it's puppet slave