A small light
In a dark night
Fights through the grief.
Flicker-ing.
Begin-ning
Some-thing.
A soft call
In an empty hall?
A little dream,
A repaired seam?
She
was meant
to Be
(She smiled,
You remember,
Even when the sand
Was slip-ping away—
And then,
you Realize.)
Skies to fly
(To forever keep)
