Saturday, May 10, 2014

Elven dreams

and my empty
ties to your empty
full of beauty
a silhouette of Shaina
Yiddish beauty
and a simple name
masking a man of many facets

Mother, father, daughter, son
connections intertwining
electric moments of lighting
cracking through earth

fire filled water moments
things that don't
make sense

the mustard seed story
where pain
is what binds us

I will feel these things
like fingers in a closed box
searching for what's inside
for the strength the tears send
for the connection the blood brings
for the gifts that loss can be

Cracks and openings and light coming in
from unexpected places.

-for a beautiful soul I never met, Shaina Ellette