I laid her to rest, tonight
__ our Relationship.
As elegant in death, as in life,
She lay in quiet splendour.
In her hair, as soft as monsoon clouds,
I sprinkled flowers
and the many fragrances she had brought
from lands near and distant.
On her dark eyes,
that had once sparkled
like the sun on restless water,
I gently placed her still unfulfilled dreams, her visions.
I rubbed her cheeks with the glow of happiness
Over her soft lips
I painted the sensation of your kiss.
In her fingers,
I braided the silken web of laughter and song,
of the many words and languages she had spoken.
On her cold breast,
under the mantle of your embrace,
I placed the little crucible
that contained a sea of emotion.
At her feet
I laid my barren life,
Then wrapped her
in the gossamer shroud of heartbreak.
I stood back to look at her
One last time.
No God or man could create again
so magnificent a beauty,
such manifest Grace!
With shaking hands I buried her
in the sky,
underneath a pile of moonlight.
And at her head
I placed the Venus.
When you look up on a dark night,
A radiance marks her grave.