For Patrick

When I return to my etheric form,

I will dance in the procession of colors.

Glowing ribbons reflected in oceans and rivers:

An expression of joy that follows the sun.

When our paints grow dim and our party lights fade,

Darling, please don’t think that I’m gone.

Just look for me in the moonlight

Or amongst leaves on the trees

And, of course, in your tender heartsong.

2 thoughts on “For Patrick

  1. There you go again Chelsea, sprinkling raindrops on my eyes! It’s wonderful and amazing that you write such beautiful prose. Thank you!

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