Appearing over the damp hills of our home town,
You gaze over the treetops in awe,
Almost in an oneiric transe,
Your thoughts intangible ti mine.

The sight of you galvanizers me.
Your dress fluttering in the breeze,
Your hair still brown and swirling.

As I sit on the tattered white and red fabric,
With only a wicker basket to keep me company,
I remember the days when you and I would always come to this place.
Under the mountains you found so inspiring.

Your wit only comparable to the poets you admire
And mirrored in your speech.
For when you spoke,
I can only imagine they wrote it with the intent
That it would be recited in your voice.

Your disposition was always bare of burden,
And out of all the dull things I knew in my life,
You were the only one I found to be worth of light.

I always see you,
Whether you be dancing by the fire,
Or laughing in the bookstore,
You are always so apparently delightful.

So when I see your charitable hands on the tattered fabric.
I reach to them with a familiar pattern,
With decades of weaving.

But when I reach,
I only see a wrinkled hand
Moving towards an empty scene.

You were always so comforting in adversity,
Even when that adversity held
You in its concern.

And when the world took you away from me,
Where you once blanketed me in warmth,
I was now met the the
Embodiment of the color gray.

Yet, every day  will see you
Basking in the sun.
That who focused its light on you
More than anyone else,
In eminent favoritism.

Even though I age,
Your presence is always young.
Your smile still as bright and more potent
Than all the days of sunlight you lived in.

Maybe that is why
The sun cherished you so,
It thought of you as its own.
Like a star, your essence shines
Far after you are gone.

My personal star,
No matter how dark the nights may be,
You are always there to glow
Amongst the heavens.

So as I stare across the night sky,
I recognize your glowing resemblance.
And console myself with the thought
That someday soon,
We’ll shine together.
For an eternity worth more than
A lifetime of riches.