Some how in all the vast expanse of darkness that seems to surround me,dare I see a pale light glimmering oh so far away in the distant Mountains. There for just a brief moment the softness of its glow fluttered as if it were tuned to one heartbeat.MIne. My eyes close holding the memory of it with in, I know what it represents,because it is the flickering of ones soul. The light that dwells within each of us. Fierce and proud when we are young, so strong, looking toward the future, invincible. Though it seems time moves so very slowly then, it is but a shadow of a thought. When next we open our eyes the paleness of its soft gentle glow dazzles the senses, reminding one of the warmth of days gone bye and what is yet to come. I squeeze my eyes tightly against the tears i know will come,hot an wet flowing down my skin that once was smooth and velvety soft. Do not grieve for what you think you have lost a voice echos like beautiful musical notes in my mind. Wisdom and age have a beauty and grace all their own, each one unique in the story it tells the world.
It is not for beauty or youth that i grieve, but for the loss of love. Once again the black Velvet of the night enfolds me in her arms, the light in the distance gone from my sight. Yet my pain remains here inside me, real, twisting and burning,,emanating from me in wave upon wave mimicking the ocean tides.So real, so firm, so alive, as if it were tangible and one could reach for it to embrace it and offer up the solace it so desperately needs.
It is not just the loss of another that I grieve for, but for all who live an draw air into a body, a creation so magical, so perfect in its design, yet so very fragile that life can cease to exist passing like a warm summers breeze through the trees.. Be it human or animal or plant.