In The Aftermath Of Your Ashes To Ashes

In the aftermath of your ashes to ashes
The fantasy billows of clouds are all allure
To a soundtrack of lanterns on the lake.
I feel aware of the texture of each piece of air;
My senses
Curve,
Majestically poignant and fleeting.

"they were here first"

Where do I call home?
You are
The dust in the urn-
In the turn-
That's everything.
I feel soft imprints of memory,
And a retrospect I have never known
In the aftermath of your ashes to ashes.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Everything raises my gorge-
In the most spectacular way-
I am full of life,
Bubbling out of my lungs-
I can do anything I want
With my infinite mind touched by no earthly rain-
I am here, on soft brown earth-
With the memory of your hand,
Mine,
So strong in my mind.

And then it passes.
I am, once more,
Totally, totally alone amongst you.