As I watch graceful dandelion seeds today
dancing through the sweet air, happy and gay
like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky
I hear a haunting song as they begin to play.
An aria so poignant tears fall from my eyes
thinking of sorrowful times I’ve said good-bye
to those souls I’ve loved, cherished, and adored
as grief fills my hurting heart with a heavy sigh.
I contemplate the mystery of death’s door
why it opens for some, but for others, nor
the music fades as they soar out of my sight
I know I won’t see these tiny pips evermore.
With hope I peer above, see a bright light
as the blue sky fills with tiny puffs of white
flying to the open heavens at lofty heights
the sky opens up, as they bid me good-night.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Mish is hosting Poetics over at d’Verse and the topic is I am learning still. No matter how many times death and the grief that follows are placed in my path, each time is a new learning. Why do some die young, yet others live on and on? What happens after we die? Where does our soul go? Questions…