For Bede
(2014)
For my love of 36 years
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light