The ages have witnessed beautiful people
whose eyes well with love and feeling,
in their presence we sense all that life can be,
the heights to which human spirit can soar
without feet ever leaving ground.
I’ve basked in the glow of at least one,
unconditional acceptance enabled me to live
to the fullest, to explore the edges to find
the frilly nuance and tatted lace of being
at the fringe, forestalling the unravel just long enough
to allow the heart to emerge.
They pass like the rest, go without so much
as a fanfare or salute, dissolved in a void
that is the better for our loss, though we shall never recover,
they reappear as constellations, hot suns against cold night sky
to guide us on our journeys.
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 
This is so poignant, evocative and moving, very well done.
You are very kind in your comments. Thank you. There was not a lot of obstacle imposed by the mind and hand on this one. 🙂 Chagall
I have always felt richer from such experiences and sense that you do too. Well told.
Thank you, Mike. I am happy to hear that we are resonating in the same manner. 🙂 Chagall
I really like this!
Thank you, Iris. Very much appreciated. —Chagall