Long may you Light & Weave our Souls
Since you've been gone
I've been dreaming my dear
of parties and of parades
And you're frequently there
in a natural state
where's it's casually,
comfortably getting late
As I flow in the waves
of the ripples you leave
in the fabric of souls
you've chosen to weave
in your Life
~* ~* ~*
In Tender Memory of a Divinely Feminine, Consciously Co-Creative Comrade-in-Spirit
During three decades of living in the City of Angels, I've heard coyotes howl from the canyons just once...
it was at the moment this Bright Light was laid to the Earth in final rest.
Although that was almost 18 years ago, if I close my eyes and sit still... I can still hear them.
She subsequently "visited" my dreams (and those of others, I don't doubt) for about two weeks running...
appropriate for a woman who was always a Heavenly Hostess.
With great love and appreciation to Helen's daughter
for sharing the photo, and for her sustained friendship.