No one’s so alive in memory as the dead.
We know life has its limit, but loving
betrayed by death says no prayer so deep
as traveling the arch of this rainbow.
If there is somewhere spirits come together
like their bodies, passionately, on earth,
we may relearn walking, and talk and laugh
in a long dream known as eternity.
(27 May 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander