A woman who died in her bedroom upstairs,
On the southwestern corner of soul,
Holding on with her spirit, through unbridled devotion,
To the castle where half became whole;
Within its great walls hope and healing abide,
For the seeker who sits on the sun,
Sketching rainbows and rhymes, on the clouds passing through us,
Living here til her spirit is done;
With my heart’s open mind to her care-taker kindness,
Knowing now that she wants it to thrive,
Like a sweet gentle friend, bringing comfort and safety,
I will help her love keep it alive;
Planting vegetable gardens and restoring its beauty,
Taking care of its sacred disguise,
As the passage to “heaven,” for the angels in waiting,
In the mirror I see through her eyes;
A woman who died in her bedroom upstairs,
On the southwestern corner of soul,
Holding on with her spirit, through unbridled devotion,
To the castle where half became whole;
Holding on with her spirit, through unbridled devotion,
To the castle where half became whole.
