[dansangel]

This one is really old. It was written on the day a friend of mine died from AIDS - May 11, 1987:

Shine On

You fought hard for your
rightful place on Earth.
Then, the body gave way to
set the spirit free.

No more to feel the
wind rush against your cheek,
nor to touch the hand of
the one you loved.

Nor to hear life’s soft song
gently vibrating in your ears.
Yet, the spirit lives on
to wander among our souls.

Giving birth to inspiration,
firing warmth among the ashes,
watching wistfully,
guiding tenderly.

Making sure that
when we stumble,
we have the strength
to carry on.

And so, our spiritual friend,
although the body
weakened, your essence
burns brightly.

Long may you live
within us.
Long may we live
with you.

© dansangel May 11, 1987

[JustAmy]

What a beautiful tribute to your friend.
Thank you for sharing that with us.
Thank you for coming by everyday, Angel.

((((( Angel )))))

[ST.LOUIE1]

That's beautiful, dansy. Your poetry is special, just like *you*. : )

[Billie]

So refreshing to see yet another side of that National Inquisitional Reporter, oh Sistah of the beautiful prose. :)

[okimhere]

Shine On

Thanks for reviving it for us. It strikes me that you have mentioned the little things we take for granted in our everyday life. In the same vein, when I see a beautiful full moon rise, I think that if it happened only once in our lifetime, or if we had to pay to see it, the joint would be mobbed! Just another of the many daily privileges of life....like the "wind rush against your cheek" that you mention.