Burning Sage
I came here to discuss what we might like to do
Once I'd settled my affairs with the estate;
Some was yours, some was mine but it all changed over time,
And there's still yet more which we must trust to fate.
This all occurred to me as I took an evening walk
Through the old Blavatsky Plaza down the street
As things slowed I socialized,
And was pleasantly surprised by invitations
To take tea and play Canasta on Park Lane.
When the night was creeping in and evening light turned blue,
A breeze hissed through the trees like ocean waves;
I passed with hesitation by the house I shared with you
Where the vacant open windows gaped like caves.
As the creaking screen door beckoned, I floated up the walk,
Where dried leaves skittered chattily on cement.
As the wind began to moan, the eves would start to groan,
Giving certain solemn tone to the event.
I came here straightaway, with no thought to delay
Because I felt the need to decorate your tomb;
But I'm so surprised, My Dear, to see you standing here,
To take me to the light along with you. 
