Last Symphony of Angels

Staring into

the mirrored pool,

I see no reflection

splayed on dead grass

while you soar above

the pull of the earth.

Journey of your soul

in undried tears

leaving faint recollections

of gossamer light -

your energy remains

never dissolves or fades.

You’re bound with

the raiment

of stars in the sky,

tied by intricate knots.

The tether slips,

my rivers begging

to flow but gate

is padlocked

and I’m bereft

on the other side.

It’s not in the leaving -

it’s the living

and loving,

left alone to ponder

my nothingness.

Death has offered

its ultimate kiss.