I want to hand you the light,
Because when yours beats
Mine listens: your flutter
Is butterfly wings in my ears,
Your breath is wind on my lashes,
Your smile tickles my eyes,
And the touch of your hand
In mine holds me when I cannot
Hold you, comforts me when
I cannot see you, eases my grief
Into a space that lulls the tears
Into a place that blesses
What hurts when I can no longer
Feel and gives me courage
To face truths that lie
And lies that hold truth
Because I know life cannot steal
What death cannot take
The blessing remains.
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Ed: B. Bemel
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