The Communion Of Survivors
I wrote a letter one day, to someone who shared
my grief and sorrow perhaps, in another lifetime
she was someone, strange though her words sparked a flame
a fire, full of pain she bled and expressed joy in the rain
Her laugh gave me joy, and so did her stance on life
her way was so direct, she said what was perhaps
something so intense, I felt her passion that breathed
a life of love, she seeks — a freedom she aspires to break
I aim to follow with her, to push her when she ceases
to help her stand up when she falls to make her sparkle
with joy — when she becomes sad with distress
I will be her zest, her companion in arms to bring her to her senses
There is much that she says, but there is so much to what she means
words I feel are filled with joys that bring a breeze of calming ease
she has seen despair, she has seen death in between — she has loved
someone, who never seemed to sense her inner passions
She has sensed her end, and she has changed her ways
she has loved her self, thus she found herself
one day, that she…
