L'aura del Campo

Inhaling indigo (Zmitri)

Inhaling indigo

Embers are all that remain of your ashes,
sparks that reach heavenward to empty skies
as moons of a thousand planets
bear silent witness to my cries.
I miss your voice, Zmitri,
I miss your lies...

about how well I'd carry on without you,
about how time would gentle fly.
Did you want to soothe this bruise of dying,
remind me we are more than flesh left rotting,
more than just the Artist and the Muse.
When we last danced together,
which was I; which was you?

All existence forever remains connected
for atoms split then recombine.
How long will I have to wait my friend
before I touch your face again.
How many more deaths will I have to die.

'Til then,
I'll rejoice each time I inhale indigo,
each time I swim in a patch of clear sky blue.
I'm used to beseeching the universe, Zmitri;
I'd rather share my thoughts with you.

© Kåre Enga [19.november.2016]
In Missoula after watching "En man som heter Ove".