And just now, you left for good

You are gone,
meanwhile the world keeps turning.
Birds fly in search of food
or just because that’s what birds do.
Tides come and go heeding their timeless rhythm,
daybreak follows nightfall,
dawn leads to dusk.

You are gone,
yet the world continues.
Today is a good day to die –
I remember thinking earlier
standing by your bedside.

The mountain air is crisp
and warm rays
come through the window I just opened.

You are gone,
the loving light behind your blue eyes
is extinguished.
And my laden heart,
holds itself in sorrow.

The Celtic Book of the Dead,
from which I read to you words of
love and comfort,
still lies open on my chair.

We said our soft goodbyes, a few days back
before you slipped into silence and retreated.

And just now, you’ve left for good.

Serene

Your hands folded in prayer
or surrender, maybe both.
I stand still, not ready to let the others know
that you are gone.

I want to be alone with you in this instant
of fragile balance –

Not quite ready- Not over yet –
as the earth continues to spin
uncaring that I am orphaned of you
now that you are gone.