A riddle with a puzzling solution...
As clumps of dirt fell on your body's last abode,
Where were you? Here, with the crowd below
or waking up on restful angel's wing?
I'll look among the stars for one with steady light.
The wise star with blue veins on her rays.
A star which greets all others with delight
and shares with all the warmth of her sweet grace.
The phone's scared to ring an empty ring.
I do not cry for I am now - wise.
There are no hugs...no rolls...
It's raining light,
because a part of me
with you, forever
rests.
Elegy to Bronya
© Copyright: Athena, 2003
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