I remember how you would
stare out into the distance.
I could see the divine journey
mapping itself, the way the sun
would find its way to your garden.
Always a focused point of light,
a glowing warm silhouette
for the flight of flutterbies
dancing from flower to flower.
It was as if you too had wings,
opening in gleaming reflection
of the many colors brought to life.
Even as this new reality begins,
I still feel your heart overflowing
beyond the arms of love, deeper
than the ocean of unknown,
kept within your visions.
Whatever the sun couldn’t give,
you grew from your own light,
nurturing roots with a kindness
beyond a need to understand.
Maybe it’s true what they say,
everything we gain in this world
is left behind when we leave.
But in the heart of hearts,
we all carry a unique journey
from a mystical unknown soil.
Each one, a spirit infused cocoon,
filled with a petal soft wonder
of dreams unfolding in the light,
of love cultivated along the way.
~ jeffrey vionito