A kiss for Anushka

Where do we go from here?
Just a sinking below the soil...

What do we do now?
The stars have died...

Who lost control?

But their distant light
Has just arrived
With the promise
Of newcomers
On fresh ground.

The skies forever
Hunting grounds
Flowering milk and honey trails
Sending off dreams
Where agony swells...

From whence all life's
Primal mysteries
Come calling.

Click your heels my friend
Come back home,
This enchanting night
To us,
Sweet princess of poetry
Please....
Your word
Should have been
Armor for all disease.

I won't sleep nights
Thinking on
Words that engage
Like towering wands
Something much more
Than I
A divinity
So deep inside
The soul shivering, opens
Its inner eye.

Princess of poetry.
Friend blessed indeed.
There's only so much
Souls can take
And lovely lips and fiery heart
Now stilled on
Unknown lands and lake
Your leave of us
Is the last haunting poem
Of elegant absence.

Seemingly
Without regrets
Without loud noise
Fire and explosion
No verbal crescendos
At departure
The Leave taking
Too dear
To be borne.
May all our words
Adorn your grave
With prayers.