Between waking moments
Between waking moments
all I can hear:
my partner’s sleepy breathing
and the layered meanderings of thought
which take me on a journey.
A moment of quiet
with my boys at the earth-clothed place
where you mingle with roots and soil
saying “hello” in an accent of “goodbye”.
They do not know you,
all there is to show of your brief life
is the kissed tattoo
which ravages my chest
and this tiny plot of remembrance.
How can they know one heart beats for two?
One pair of eyes share this scene,
the other views the heart of God.
One soul conjures images of heaven
the other enjoys its reality.
Between waking moments,
when all things are possible
we share a tear and shed a smile.
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