A Continual Farewell

Bodhi Freedom Issue: Section:

Sometimes in strange places
I see your face
lighting my way
to another days lonely destination
your eyes brightly
touch me lightly
a variation on
bluest midnight's
the seasons change
though you remain
unjaded
the same.

One day
you'll be
no more
your voice
your expressions
forgotten in the wind
a shadow in the void
a fly on the windscreen
your doleful lips
passionate
and full of life's excess
gone the way of the ephemeral
passed on
sentient angel
freed at last
of illusion
someplace else
down the road
karma...
change...

Wicked men
should be reborn beasts
or hungry beings
but you...
can you please be reborn
yourself...

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