BRIGHT LIGHT OVER THE HILL
There is the bright light over
the hill that beckons us on.
as if the sun
draped its casting shadow on its mass.
Brought especially from hospice,
care that drapes her ghostly
Nice to know she was there for
the gold cupped ceremony of love.
Incarcerated by her killer as its
movement progresses its rape.
Gentle smiles as the harp strings
its melody of goodwill to them all.
I believe she
will say goodbye now
but we hold in wait until the seal is set.