Erin Thomas (Riverside, California)
In memory of Yvonne Sligh
In the place where I pay homage to the night
I pled your case to stars that strew the night.
From this mountaintop I prayed for you to heal,
In tandem fell two bold stars through the night.
I, too, had walked on that shadow’s edge before
And knew you as another who knew the night.
Your journey along the shadow’s edge was long,
Then your strength gave out and on you drew the night.
Maybe your soul was healed instead of your form
That we are left in your wake to rue the night.
Now in silence on that mountaintop I gaze
On blurring stars where long I view the night.
Stars reflect in the well-spring of my soul;
I sought a friend, but was left in lieu the night.
Was it your essence in the wind that whispered,
“I’m not lost, Zahhar, ” as languid grew the night?
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Published in The Ghazal Page in August of 2003.
This is a ghazal poem.