K.M.H.

In the silence of a Summer dream,
where nature parts her curtains;
I drew the last breath,
between these parting lips.

Hung low the lantern,
meant for Winter’s hush;
and skipped a stone.

Your voice could no longer be heard,
amid the mire; and yet I found,
in vibrant dreams,
the moisture of a one-time presence.

Like skipping stones,
rattling a peaceful stream;
the presence of God at work.

Our night was filled,
with lust & violence;
but planted here,
on the edge of eternity;
may mingle with The Lord.

I shut my eyes perchance to dream,
of the sound song of perseverance.

May it lull me
to order & peace,
in sweet Mary’s lap.