Lovely Visits

Helen
Long may you Light & Weave our Souls
xoxox

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.