The Shadow Of Her Smile

I often see the shadow of her smile;
tho her face has faded to past;
it sneaks into my mind; once in a while;
its heart and mystic still last.

It seems only yesterday; she was here;
a core of my purpose; my life;
I could feel love; as her spirit drew near;
her absence, now cuts like a knife.

I felt a presence; as she entered a room;
then; felt it dissolve; when she left;
she walked out of this kingdom, far too soon;
leaving reality, itself, bereft.

She was the leading actress in my play;
our two hearts would often engage;
now; I am living my life; day to day;
my leading lady, has left the stage.

Why would God, separate a matched pair;
after all; two heads are better than one;
doesn’t the Master realize; it just isn’t fair;
the moon gets its light from the sun.

That physical face; we think that we see;
is only an illusion; created by Light;
in reality; it’s just light; dust and debris;
death will retrive all; one fine night.

The face of all souls; is hidden deep inside;
no wonder her smile was only a shadow.
the beauty of the soul; smiled as she died;
her real face, is a flowering meadow.

Monty 9/23/23. # 1,801