Dedicated to my Friend
I have not seen her,
but in my dreams comes the vibrant image
of love and warmth nonetheless.
I awaken bathed in a sheen of sweat,
and my eyes burn from
the memory of her dazzling light.
She has the strength of a tender vine
coiling upward around the dying oak
anchoring in place, for the last moments,
something that was once beautiful and majestic.
That is me – once beautiful and majestic
dying beneath her grace and beauty
as she holds me up to her beaming light.
I cannot – I will not surrender life
beneath her radiant light and gentle touch –
even if only in my dreams.