Night Visit Poem by Sexaginta Prista

She came to see me when I was alone last night.
She maybe felt I need her by my side.
She didn't say a thing, looked at me,
sat on my bed and let me be.

The whole room was filled with an unexplained worm feel:
so lost, so missed, so pure, so real…
There were no words to express how I missed her much:
her love, her worries, her smile, her touch...

I wanted to stop the time and to capture the moment forever,
but the time is waiting for no one and is stopping never.
She stood up slowly. It was time to go.
I saw happiness in her eyes, though.

"Goodbye mom"- I whispered, overwhelmed with the scene,
wondering whether it was true or a dream.
I wanted to say more, but just waved, she nodded back
and as a departing ship at sea, faded into the dark.

I broke out in a cold sweat, felt the chill,
I stared, didn't blink, stood still,
there was an invisible, mysterious light,
touching my soul and brightening the night.

And maybe in one place of eternity and rest,
there was an unusual, warm glow,
on the stone' broken picture of a woman.
The stone, I put on her grave so long ago.