Six short months as lovers
So crazy-in-love, both were
Living on all the edges
A choice, as one, concurred

The last place on their earth
Was the lonely town of bliss
Connected, real and true
To what isn’t and what is

The lighthouse showed the way
The nightboat picked them up
They sailed the path to peace
Drinking of divinity’s cup

But from one life to another
She fled from existence on land
Rode on wings of angels
Into God’s waiting hand
Her haunted portrait hangs
In the darkened entry hall
He sees her every morning
Repeats his desperate call

One day they’ll again be one
Existing in perfect bliss
Alive in heaven’s glory
Alive in all that is

Free Write – Rehoboth Library