I still dream of watching over her sleeping,
the smell of love braiding with her vera wang,
her presence so perfect as if she really were-
asleep for just awhile in that beautiful dress,
Virgin Mary blue, though they call it azure,
and, I whisper in her ear.... ''I miss you so''.
Thought I saw a most minikin sign of Life,
the slightest ripple from the edge of her lips,
a peripheral shadow or immeasurable hope,
'twas all it was, still I wait for the shadows;
forever love has its way of shrouding logic.
Breakfast at twelve, we'd brunch everyday,
especially those days I feared were her last;
the day's when I knew she must have prayed-
to be a Miracle or Soul before the days sunset.
It be my Cross now... she'd earned her wings.
©Frank J. Ryan, Jr. / FjR
2015 All Rights Reserved
From: 'While You Were Asleep''
The Ariel Series- Installment XXXIII
*Revised on Oct.19th,2016
Reposted on Oct.27th,2016
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