Whose voice is Love’s choice
to express the timelessness
in the life of a flower child wife

To Immortalize her eyes
where there are no theologies
as wise as her faith
in the power of the love she sees within our rented room

A home also for these
her other lovers
Each her teacher
Each wise without words
Without his poem in praise
of her love for her rescued kitten
“Om”
whose sight now sees the light
past the last breath
Who while with eyes
now as wild as death
dying
purrs within her gaze

A follower of the abandoned
and helpless puppy
who stayed
a refugee in her arms awhile
to lick the wounds of being
homeless in time
and homesick in eternity
and heal them
with the nature of
the love in her smile

~ Death Dying ~