And in that darker,
Silent,
Shadowland of doubt
I speak my name.
Echoes of a morality
Past influence:
Her voice still guides
Mine.
“Be true to yourself.
Be Happy.
And most importantly,
Know that I love you.”
As in a smoke-swirled dream
The words lead me on
Through ethereal landscapes
Telling me of my own
Images of life
Portraits and pottery
The memory of her stilling hand
Floods blood through me:
Despite all this, I shall speak again.